Close the door when you leave

I never asked you to visit me...at least i don't
believe i did
Maybe...I don't know
It's confusing

At any rate,you're a rude guest
You take my energy,rob my sleep,and with a stick
You swirl and distort my dreams

All right;You are here-for now
But understand
There are two places that are off limits

You may not tread on my spirit
You may not occupy my soul

I have heard of your visits to others
I know the damage you leave in your path
The wanton disregard for innocence,value and
what some would call fairness

Also,i hear that laughter confuses you;that good
food make you feel bad,and
That nothing causes you more distress than an
autumn sunset,the forever blue of a summer sky,
Or the unconditional radiance of a child's smile

Listen and understand
You might pilfer my closets,empty all the drawers,
and trash my house
But there are two places off limits

You may not tread on my spirit
You may not occupy my soul

Do not mistake my nausea,weakness,and pain as
signs of your victory
They are simply small dents in the armor i wear
to fight you
Instead,look deeply into my eyes

They will once again remind you that there are
two places forever off limits

You must not...
May not...
Will not tread on my spirit

You must not...
May not...
Will occupy my soul

-Michael Hayes Samuelson
(male breast cancer survivor)