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
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