on my own turf,
in the pinnacle of my life.
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ever so gently.
I withdrew,
momentarily,
my choice,
my own.
How does one compel another, precisely?
Even the devil cannot force his prey to choose him.
Thoughts are only that of the soul which beckons them.
The one who revels in the dance
attracts the immorality (if that's a thing you believe in).
This power, his coercion and twisting tactics,
are powerless without ones desire.
The devil, however one sees him, will offer duress
in a pretty package with a bow.
Do you untie the bow?
The imprisonment (or is it freedom)
is yours for the choosing.
~ Sandra Murdoch Becker
Copyright © February, 2016
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