Our past selves are ghosts
stuck in time
past trauma
past love
past regret
Visiting too many times
Heart hurts, bones break
Sadness seeps, a constant leak
No air to breathe
Photos, videos capture the spirt
Rainbows and dragonflies
Beautiful reminders of what we’ve lost
Pain, that consistent nag
Always there, always stuck
distractions my only pill
Recurring patterns that do not heal
Talking, feeling, remembering, forgetting
Why am I here?
Unseen, unheard even though I speak
am I a ghost?
Steps, steps, steps,
Some forward, some backward
Still standing in the same place
No clear skies to see
Clouds, storms, Rain, tears
hurt that fills my body
All feeling, no feeling
Change, Fear, a lonely friend
My mantra, all will be well
Trust, my only peace
Alive or a ghost
in world of my making
I am still here