On the daily

The infinity of splittling pieces
dont recognize my own intuition
hands clamped
pounding down
fists of indecision
lurking behind my shoulders
The hugging hands of the devil
his velvet horns
graze my open feet
but my Savior is braver than all of these
I collapse into his arms
surrendering everything
so he may fight for me

~ willow

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