Living

I am not him,
The leech that clung to my brain,
Devouring me
Bit by bit.
I am a warrior,
Worthy,
Courageous,
Strong,
Powerful.
That is enough
To keep me going,
To never quit the fight.
He is darkness,
Deception,
Hatred,
A foul being.
He preyed on my soul,
But no longer.
Recovery is living,
I am becoming. I am alive.