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Alas! This enemy mounts his strength
as fibre and bone in my body tremble
in fitful distress
Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh
yet only a shady ghost
Me.
and yet not.

He is no stranger
and has come again to stand
betwixt ink and expression
musing excuses that i might take away
proof of an intangible threat
even now he cackles in derision
blisfully unaware

that i now i know
it is only an excuse
and real only when i allow it
He is a lie
fashioned of a bruised ego
a clog in my wheel
No more!

It seeks once again to steal
and the song of failure, sing
****
“you shall not pass!"
and by my will
He was no more than
harnessed
and fueling my forges of creation