A Meeting with the Devil

From the book : Love Letters to My Trauma:

I’m not going to run anymore; you and I have had this dance for a long time. I have always come to the dancefloor to meet with you as you have always appeared in your most deceptive attire. Looking like dark chocolate, strong love with millions of promises to make me happy, I believed and like a fool, I followed you even though you made me walk with a blindfold on. You would carry me across muddy waters, little did I know you were the one who created the dirt and used my tears to create the very mud you carry me over. You would catch me when I fell from the highest mountain, and I pledge to you loyalty, unaware that it was you who pushed me in the first place. But that’s not the worst of it, I followed the path you laid out for me, when you described yourself as wisdom, only to discover after I found myself stuck at the crossroad. Yeah, are we going to dance today, but this 

time, I will take the lead, I will spread my wings and soar across the very waters and cry out tears of true wisdom that my bloodline can drink from and gain strength from. I will climb up the highest mountain and leave behind a trail of breadcrumbs for my bloodline to follow so that they may never lose their way and that they too will be able to see you coming. Get ready and listen closely as I change the tune. You won’t be able to replicate my notes or unlock the safe that I hid the keys to wisdom