My Poems

Not Really Alone

We screech to a halt
I pick my head up not realizing we'd stopped
I mutter an acknowledgment and run off
No one else had exited with me
So I was all alone
My head is down once more
Staring into the depths of my shoes
Suddenly a rustle
I stop
Louder this time
It's in your head
I walk a little faster
It's in your head
I approach the driveway in safety
Suddenly a chill comes to me
A gust of a ghost's breath
lingering over me
I turn around
Then look forward at the ghost
It held up a paper
that I immediately recognized
"My questions to myself"
Why
Why did you
Why didn't you
Why did you let them walk all over you
Why
Why didn't you tell them to stop
Why did you let them use you for entertainment
Why did you let them get their way

I have five words only
"Because it's in the past"

Your past haunts you
You let them dictate your present day decisions
You could be totally different if they didn't use you

My head then shot up
so quick it may have been lightning

"It was called betrayal since it seemed there was no advantage to me."

The ghost tilted it's head slightly to the right as if it was confused.

"There truly was an advantage to their words. They made me realize that whatever mistakes I make, I can make it right."

You're forgiving them for months of wondering what was wrong with you rather than what is wrong with them?

"I am. It took months to decide, but it will be less taxing on me. They most likely didn't realize the pain they caused me."

Fine, if you want to be that way.

And the ghost of my past was gone, no longer haunting me over their words or actions.