Spirit, Let Go Of Me Poem by Adalie Hettie

It's small, eerie, yet I’m very much aware.
It’s in my head and apparent when the presence is here.
The echo is unsettling and a burden I can’t define
Broken and in pieces, I call out- please, spare my mind!
High-pitched and screaming, I hear -I am your my mind!

This is what I call the take-over and my Great Climb!
Just sit back and accept this abandoned fate.
It’s been long ago decided that in this mind, I own the state
You’re just a capsule where I choose to dwell.
From blood to blood I own your family and I have known you well....