Deliverance

Splinters of broken thought piercing my skin,
Demons dancing in my head, calling names,
Sharp-toothed parasites wearing me thin,
Gashing into my flesh with stone that maims.
Their name was legion. Marching me away
From life, to tomb yard wanderings in chains,
Eroding my identity each day,
A foaming frenzy polluting my veins.
He came, the spirits shrieking out in dread,
Pleading him to cast them out into swine,
They drained from me, drowning the herd dead,
Meeting a destruction that was not mine.
I sat with my saviour, new life to find,
Dignity-clothed, in my own right mind.

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