I have walked through low valleys
with the shadow of death as my ally.
I have met what might take me across.
I did fear the evil –
deep down in my toes.
It smelt like charred bones;
smoky and rancid as burnt pig nose.
I felt the close breath of its chant in my ear:
“Come on, come on”, I’ll show you the fear,
tickling my throat with its
white, bristling whiskers.
I felt its relentless pull on my ankles
dragging me under, swirling eddies of rancor,
drowning in the rain
of riptide currents in my brain.
I felt the sticky threads of spider webs
crisscrossing my face, begging me to play;
I held onto the thought
of your soft little hands
cupping my cheeks;
the warmth of your fingers
tore me free from my cohorts –
Quieted their urgent calls;
echoes rippling into the fray.
God wanted me I’m sure.
For although I was a demon in my own right,
wandering through the dust and darkness in
the lonely corners of my mind –
A little angel named you, –
alighted on my shoulder
and softly whispered: