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I Alone, Shall Cast You Out.
A poem of defiance and refusal to concede.
Your steps are silent, and still I hear you creeping into the recesses of my mind.
Why must you arrive unwelcome and hammer a torrid drumbeat upon my door?
I wish I could be rid of you, cast you into some dungeon to remain there confined.
Yet your poisonous whispers prevail and through my troubled thoughts do pour.
I wish I were a being more resolute, empowered against you, I could stand firm and resolved,
Though your powers are multi-faced, and attack me unwittingly from each and every side.
I would I could dismiss you, spurn you, so I may stand tall, unshackled, a spirit evolved,
But you grow ever powerful, consuming my sorry efforts, you sneer, lambaste and chide.
Undaunted I venture forth with but one last weapon concealed in my girth.
It will rise against you and strike you down to some horrid darkened place.
From the corner of my mind it yells proudly, ‘I am a soul of truth, purity and worth!’
My statement of honesty will smite you and turn you out in pathetic disgrace.
I shall name you fiend, treacherous soul-crippling poison, you are — doubt!
With confidence and self-love I defy you, and to the street forever shall turn you out!