divorced the devil

1 Peter 5:8 says, "Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour."

The devil never roared,

but mewed like a kitten,

trapped in a tree.

I brought him inside,

telling my friends,

"He seems nice and in need."

I fed him, and kissed him,  

and tucked him in my bed.  

And he spoke to convey

the lie that he was  

so much better than me.  

Over time, I began to believe.

Yes, it wasn’t a roar,

but my own whisper:

"He seems so small,

so frail, like he needs me."

Now that he’s dead,

I see he really did need me.