Ghosts

What does it require to wake up and face life again After damages and abuses keep my soul all stained Swirling around me is a tornado hauntingly distressing A tornado in which ghosts thrive, to keep my misery abounding It is almost as if I am forbidden To enjoy the apples of Earth's temporary garden! Poetry, thankfully, healing, soothing and rejuvenating, keeps me going Hopeful and expecting for more inspirational heightening Pray, I guess life in this mortal plane is simply as it is Meant never to complete us, meant to keep us in unease Have I learnt and accepted that here, one never begets all that one wills Yes, pray, a motto I have made mine own, so that my ghosts do meet with kills! 30 Dec 2016