temptation...

i was given a line in class that read:: "You don't know what you're doing," she says, panting. "the devil..."  from that i was assigned to write a poem. i haven't written of my own accord in awhile... so bear with me.

temptation.
her reason for a furrowed brow,

a jagged pulse,

a rapid drumming of impatient digits.

to give in is to be proven weak.

to be destroyed by
one poor decision; 

one bad lapse in judgement.

and yet

it calls to her.

whispers of sweet nothings

wafting throughout her mind.

resisting.

holding true.

standing tall and steady.

ALL more burden than ease.

to stay the course

could prove to be more

damaging

than healing.

but there,

she stood.

like a lighthouse on the shore

during a capital five hurricane.

being bashed against its sides

 by wave after wave of

guilt for holding onto no's,

loneliness for accepting what's right

instead of whats effortless.

but there,

there she stood.

strong.

driven.

awe inspiring

in her will to stay the course.

though

 the devil did try.

with false promises,

unrealistic ideals,

unclear visions of an illusory future.

she did not give the satisfaction 

of batting even one lash in his direction.

hell

hath no power here.

and temptation?

is just that.

powerless,

weak,

ineffective

against her.