✩ We All Carry Ghosts ✩
We all carry ghosts:
Real and fictional,
Alive and dead,
Truthful and wasted.
These ghosts,
Like the vowels carrying each and every word across this page,
Sustain us.
I want to believe that there is more to this life
Than inky moonlight grief
That falls over a window seat
Where I pour out my heart
To a God who must still have a plan.
I need to know that these ghosts
Are not a mistake—
That they are meant for more than mere haunting.
I know that one day
He will summon the light.
I know that one day,
He will make it right.
But nowadays,
Trust is like a wisp of cold air
On a rainy winter night:
Faint, fleeting, and gone
Before I can even think about grasping for it.
In these moments,
Hope feels like a foreign, evaporating rope
That I no longer know how to hold.
We all carry ghosts.
Some will forever linger in the edges,
Along the periphery of our lives,
Where they watch but do not speak.
Other ghosts will end up in our photographs
And boxes of lost things.
I do not know your ghosts, dear heart,
For I am only beginning
To recognize my own.
I carry the ghost of a girl
Who stayed up late to live
A thousand-and-one lives
That would follow her forever.
I carry the ghost of a girl
Who wondered if love was more
Than an anchor that had suddenly
Slipped from her frozen fingertips.
I carry the ghost of a girl
Who loved and lost,
Loved and lost,
Loved and lost.
I carry the ghost of a girl
Who thought she'd found forever
In a friend made of stardust,
In a boy made of glass,
In a love that wasn't made to last.
We all carry ghosts
That taught us to laugh a little louder,
That let us believe we were flying,
That came into our lives and changed everything
Only to soar away too soon.
We all carry ghosts,
And these ghosts are us.
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We All Carry Ghosts
PoetryThis poetry and short prose collection is for the lost girls: the girls who want to know that someone understands; who wonder what it would be like to go back to Neverland, if only for a moment; who don't know how to let go of the childhood that has...