Besieged

If I could find my Lord today
without having to look inside
if He could reason with the stitches
that have opened themselves again,
if He could take His hands and close
the gashes with a touch
hold my wrists with the holes in His
stop my spirit from spilling out
build a fortress around
my besieged body
keep the demons from
entering
like You did before
when their angelic claws
suffocated me
when essences
of evil conspired
to rape my will
castrating my senses
distorting the voice
that identified me
as they battled to stay
and I knew their demon
hoofs on my flesh
and the violation
of their presences
I fell into a seizure
trying to get out
of myself,
to get out from
under a gargantuan
wingspan
to escape the dominions
of ancient
and heaving
oppression
bound by
tongues of deceit
the wicked
embattlements
bombarded
mere skin
as they slipped chains
on my throat
as I battled
for speech
but grunted
and moaned
for the gift
of the words
once mine
Do again
what you did
then
when you forced
the principalities
when you ejected
the usurpers
from me
when they attempted
to establish their throne
in me
and You established yours
instead
Do now
what You did then

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