Ghost of the Past

As I sit in my living room, I’m visited by thoughts of the past. When I questioned who I was and even my birth. I wondered how long will this intense pain last. The abuse that I suffered as a kid made me question my self worth. I even questioned the existence of an almighty God. Over the years I felt like an imposter and like my life was a sham. I pretended like I was ok, like I had no pain, I was a fraud. One day I got tired of pretending and welcomed love from up above, Do I have it all together now? No but I know who I am, and that I’m loved. These days when I’m visited my ghost of the past( past hurts). I embrace it, because I see a winner who happens to be me. Alexis Y. 8-2-2020