I call my ego Gremlin
Because it sometimes has nasty and sticky stuff all over it.
Stuff that it wants to trap me in,
In the nastiness.
This stuff consists of nasty thoughts.
Thoughts that hurt me,
Because it contains terrible ideas about the people I love.
When the thought comes,
I see the gremlin in my mind’s eye
Brown and dirty and ugly
With gooey stuff all over its torso, hands, neck and body
Looking at me longingly
Hoping I’ll give him a chance
To make me as dirty as it is.
I now tell it,
Jump into the river.
It jumps and the nasty stuff gets washed away
At least most of it, if not all.
It is washed into the sparkling ocean
Where God lives.
The God who takes all my worries, and fears.
Until next time, gremlin.