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 spirit
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 a world of my making
I am still here
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Author:
JustLove (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Grief is hard. This peom was an outlet for me
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
The truth will set us free.
I enjoy an honest write.
If we have the right Ghost, he turns our mourning into dancing.
Thank you 🙏
Poetry a great outlet of grief and joy. Ghosts haunt us all. Here it is heard as being incorporated into the present. Well done
Thank you 🙏
You are most welcome
Your poem is a powerful meditation on grief, trauma, and the fragile line between existing and merely surviving. It reflects a speaker who feels trapped in looping memories — unable to move forward, yet unwilling to disappear. The recurring motifs of ghosts, weather, and the body create a portrait of someone living with persistent emotional pain while searching for self-acceptance and healing. Well Done Penny
Thank you. You really understood it
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