This year, after years of knowing him, I looked the devil in the eye. I stopped running, stopped scrambling and stood up.
I stood in a place I’d asked others to stand because I was too scared.
I was a coward for so long, convinced of the lies that were whispered in my ears. They rang loud, louder than the cries of innocents.
But the devil is just a man. A clever man. A liar. A trickster. But still just skin and meat.
As powerful or weak as anyone. As me.
He reaches out sometimes, with words that twist my stomach. But I’ve faced him and survived. And I will do so again, for as long as we both shall live.