I sold my soul at the crossroads.
A penny for a black market deal.
Wasn't until I saw my soul
strung up before me that I realized
the penny was actually hidden treasure --
a diamond in the middle of a swamp.
The crossroads taught me
a valuable lesson that day.
My mama once told me
the devil was in me. I suppose
I had it coming.
So I sold my soul at the crossroads
and hoped to high Heaven it worked.
If it weren't for the devil
in me, maybe I would have seen
the worth of my soul.
The minerals that made me
who I was would have been spared
from the black market mongrels.
About the Creator
Diana Anderson
I am a mom, wife, and writer, sometimes in a different order. Throughout the day I wear many hats. My dream for many years has been to write and share my words with the world. Welcome to the beginning of that dream.
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