So I Write

working against a nightmare

The evil that visited me last night in my sleep has tried to take my voice

Something would rob me of my ability to write

Putting images of darkness and despair in my mind’s eye

Would keep me from going to where I would go

Accessing the recesses of my imagination

To create, to muse, and to write

I refuse to let the darkness against me prevail

I will not be made silent

Coming against the horrendous imagery

I cast them aside and take back control of me

My mind

My words are my own and I will speak with them

If they bring happiness, lust, reflection, or sadness

I won’t stop using them

So get behind me Satan, you will not succeed

In silencing a voice in one such as me

My talent I will preserve against all odds

Never to fail and never be heard of

 

So, I write…