The Devil is our friend

I once read something,
and got highly inspired. 
The Devil got to know my wants,
by eavesdropping on my conversation. 
One day he turned up at my heart's door,
not in his usual attire. 
I opened the door, 
instead of saying "I can't".
There he stood,
wearing everything I ever wished for. 
I welcomed him in my heart's small,
stupidly awaiting my own fall. 
Once inside,
he stripped himself away;
I was crestfallen, seeing my wishes fading,
so I asked him not to stay.
He said, "Sure,  I will go-
but not so soon my dear. 
I'll make torture feel so slow,
& be the reason of all your fears."
So I sat him down,
and brought out tea.
"If you're here for the round," I said
"Let's talk if you're free."
He took a black cup 
of black tea,
and ate some biscuits. 
"I am hungry and untied," he said.
"Let's talk, come and sit"
So I sat with him,
and asked him how he knew what I wanted,
for I was angry that God told him. 
He lied at first,
but soon gave in.
Yes, God told him my wishes,
he commited a Godly sin.
I told him about the perils of life,
about how broken I was.
The Devil costively dropped his smile
and let a tear come forth,
"I'm actually making you bolder,
I'm teaching you to survive.
So that if you ever need a crying shoulder,
you will make your own smile."
And it all made sense,
then and there.

The problems we get,
the unloyal friends.
Everything has a purpose,
primilarily to make us stronger.
Strong as iron.
Unbreakable,
indestructible,
infrangible.


-Nalini