Feeding Ghosts

I've spent sundials of time feeding ghosts, teaspoons of fear dollops of regret pecks of what ifs. Just to keep them pacified 'til I could grow some balls and climb the cold cliffs of courage. but the truth is... I'll never climb to higher realms -don't have the gift. though it took some time I've accepted all of it. I'm a creature born of the ground made my nest in the good earth I don't breathe stars but I do inhale dirt... I've grown up(somewhat) and tossed the ghosts into a pit called self-forgiveness. I still feed them scraps from time to time but they'll never get what they desire, the main dish with all the trimmings silver-wonderful -shimmering.