The Gift

My family had always told me About ‘our gift’ since I was a small girl That allowed us to feel the spiritual, And see things not of this world I ignored them until, at the age of sixteen I’d gone out with a friend for the night, We were being walked home by her father When we encountered an unusual sight As we giddily ambled along a dark road A cloaked woman came into view She drew closer, until we met face to face Then she spookily walked straight through My friend’s father, who seemed oblivious to this And continued to walk on home As he said nothing, and nor did my friend I was sure the sighting had been mine alone But I asked them both if they’d seen her They said that I’d had too much drink, ‘She sees spirits as well as drinks them’ My friend’s father said, with a wink We never spoke of that night again But that sighting wasn’t my last I’ve had more ‘paranormal’ experiences As I’ve grown and years have gone past I just have to step into old buildings To feel a ‘vibe’ and become aware Of the energy held within its walls, And tell if ‘spirits’ walk there When I visit an ancient monument That is surrounded by fields of war, I can hear the sounds of the battles And cries of those who have gone before Sometimes it can be disconcerting As bad energy can be a pain But I wouldn’t be without my special ‘gift’ Or change my life with the unexplained. This poem has been written for Danielle Whites 'Time Warp' contest