Poem #2: Chasing Ghosts

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This is just a poem I wrote just before letting go of something I've been holding onto for a long while. Though the ending was quite bittersweet indeed, I have thanks to give. The experience made me unafraid to be myself, and that's a very valuable lesson in life.

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My heart still leaps at the mere sound of your name.

It seems crazy, and idiotic.

That's really what it is.

I'm chasing after a lost being; a ghost of who you used to be.

Now I'm even starting to wonder: that girl you fell for....was she even me?

Did you want a lie?

Did you want a mirage of the real masterpiece?

That girl wasn't me.

That wasn't who I was supposed to be.

I was compressed, forced to fit others' image of beauty.

I didn't want to have to change myself.

But I didn't want to lose you.

Society made me choose.

So, I chose you.

That was before I knew....

What I'd be giving away.

I gave away my own ambition,

The keys to life,

The real person I was supposed to be inside.

Instead, I was picking and tugging at my every flaw.

That never stopped just because you left...

I didn't understand that it was irreversible.

Once I started chasing, that was it.

I would be running for the rest of time.

Unless someone found the answer.

Unless someone found me.

Finding myself was the key locked within the diary full of secrets.

I had been stuck chasing a ghost of who you used to be.

And when reality struck me, I broke.

But I don't want pity; or an apology.

I want to thank you.

You lifted the stubborn veil I had been living under.

I'm finally unafraid to be....me.

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