Ghosts

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