I can feel you,
thick in my throat,
threatening to consume me,
slithering through my mind and body,
wielding your alpha power, 
making me weak. 

I curse you, drown you, 
in sunshine and sweet elixirs,
but you refuse to leave.

I am stronger than you think.

I order you and your invisible army 
of pain, heartbreak, misery,
away from my cosmic energy. 

I did not manifest you.
You are in the wrong story.

I am a warrior. 
I am a survivor.

I have no time or patience 
for your stealth ways. 

I am on a mission 
to heal my body,
save my soul, 
help others...
come what may.

Go find fertile dark matter 
to plunder, to play 
your wicked games. 

With my dying breath,
I will continue to cast you away, 
even though I know,
pillowed in my breast,
you long to stay.