So I Write

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…