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When I remember troubles now long past
Old feelings of despair creep forth afresh
Like specters full of dread that toward me cast
A pall of pain and sorrow in my chest

They rob me of the joys I have today
Diminishing the angels that are near
And to my shame I sometimes let them stay
To torment and to plague my mind with fear

To let them go I will now walk the road
With others who with me look straight ahead
And crying out for heaven’s lighter load
Together we must face and leave them dead

For now I have release from ghosts I knew
They disappear just when I look them through 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 1/9/2019 1:40:00 PM
Hello Mark Elam, so nice to meet you. this is a lovely poem. Ghost are just this ghost of the past. The past is the past. Leave it there. have a nice day my friend.
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Mark Elam
Date: 1/10/2019 8:55:00 AM
Darlene thanks for the insightful comments. Easier to leave them once they are faced, then move on in grace.
Date: 12/22/2018 7:24:00 PM
Superb write, Mark, with much beauty and fluidity, crimped in dark edges ... love it! Fav-ing! Blessings, my friend! :-)
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Mark Elam
Date: 12/23/2018 5:59:00 AM
Thank you Gregory! Happy holidays!
Date: 12/8/2018 1:12:00 PM
back to FAVE this one :)
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Date: 12/7/2018 4:09:00 PM
"And to my shame I sometimes let them stay" that's powerful. all together lovely
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Mark Elam
Date: 12/7/2018 7:51:00 PM
Thank you P.S.!