In life, there are those who
Lead you to your destiny
But there are also those who
Are nothing but your enemy.
The truth is, we cannot process feelings of gratitude
Without having these moments of torment.
I cannot write about my hero
Without first addressing my perosnal devil.
I could pick my high school teachers
Out of a lineup.
I may even be able to put
A couple of names to their faces.
But I will never forget the man who buried me
Deeper and deeper into the ground each day.
Our enemies find our weaknesses
And capitalize on them to destroy us.
The devil didn't drain my spirit
He diluted it with injections of spite
And I overdosed on anxiety.
And I lived in fear.
I was buried
6 feet deep.
Then I saw a shovel.
The contrast of light and dark
Could not be more obvious.
Being able to breathe
Was a feeling so relieving.
My drug switched from hatred
And I could finally breathe.
My hero saved me when I
Thought I was dead.
She led me down the path
Dr. Kate saved my life.
Gave me faith to keep moving.
My hero saved me
When the devil was drowning me.