The devil says,
Here’s some nice good for you —
Where do you want me to put
the bad stuff?
You could put in on those other people,
call them enemies,
or put it in events and call it fate,
I can hide it deep inside you
where you’ll mostly never see it,
you can take it with you everywhere you go
Or I can let you pull it out and wear it like a badge,
proud that you’re not hiding anything

Then tell the devil:
No, I’m not signing.
My good is mine already
and it doesn’t need your seal,
It doesn’t need the bad you offer
to contain it or define it,
doesn’t need to be legitimized by you

You tell the devil no —
There is no place
in the grand sphere of all my being
for your lies.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2015