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In Her Own Way

Someone told me he witnessed
A pastor removing demons
From a girl who lost her dad
And was demon-possessed
He said, if he hadn’t seen it
He wouldn’t believe it
That demons existed
So I asked, have you ever seen
A magician performed
Because pastors can be Magicians
And Wizards too
He said, you exibit the signs
You might also be possessed
You should avoid graveyards
Or the demons will attack
Avoid people grieving
For they possess demons
Stay away from those suffering
Or you’ll be their victim
So I asked, where is the compassion
In this your religious stance…
Haven’t you ever been hurt
Or suffered a loss
Did anyone said
You were demon-possessed
Or needed to be cleansed
After you suffered deeply
From this traumatic loss
Were you ever the same
After experiencing this loss
For people do change
After a traumatic loss
She was never demon-possessed
Just coming to terms with his death
Grieving her loss in her own way

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Fading

A once vibrant and blooming flower
Must now shed her layers
As the structure that once contained her
Is no longer fit to serve her
She has outgrown this way of living
Her form is now changing
So gracefully she surrenders
To the process of aging
She has served her time, and served it well
She endured the elements of the changing weather
Though brief her time, it was well served
There’ll be new flower blooming
And soon she’ll be forgotten
But she doesn’t mind
Her time is up, and she could use some rest