Gentle Guidance

June 18, 2016

He holds my hand, so delicately.
It feels clammy.
Warmth, vibrating from every pore.
Almost like fire.

Right beside the fireplace.
You're so kind.
You whisper painful truths
But I know it's for my own good.

You're different then him.
I don't feel afraid.
Yet, your name brings fear.
I just don't understand.

When his hand holds me.
It feels forced, painful.
Yet you, hold my hand so gently.
Mr. Satan...

How are you the bad guy?

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