Out of whom seven devils were cast

I am she, yes the one
Out of whom seven devils were cast,
Only seven?

Now know myself a free woman
No more a slave, a pawn, a plaything

Liberated from lust
I honour my being
Dress my hair, clothe myself decorously
Cease provoking, alluring and sly looks.

I have found my centre,
My anchor,
My still point,
A new trust.

For a compassionate heart loved me
With an unconditional love.
Did not ask my body in return,
Or my kissses, entanglements, or services.
Saw through my treacherous insecurities
And brought to life the who I am.

You can say what you want.
Mutter darkly in your hearts
- we know who she is -
No, No, I say: who she was
who she was.

Keep your purses closed
Theres no gold can buy me now.

Anne Hine RSCJ.