this place was a dark room, and a darkroom.
she was afraid of the dark as a child.
now, it was the world she lived in.
she knew he wasn’t the enemy.
she knew where the trouble came from.
his demons liked the dark room, the isolation.
she knew what corners they lived in.
they shrank back when she walked by.
she knew jesus was here, too.
he lived in her heart.
spirit brought her verses as she prayed in tongues.
“no weapon formed against you will prosper.”
“greater is he that is in you than he that is in the world.”
“he is delivered out of the hand of the enemy by the blood of jesus.”
now was no time to quit.
in her weakness, he was forte.
light was developing in the dark room.
(copyright 2016 jane doe)