Ghosts
They seem more active at certain times
Not just at day or at night but
When you are in a battle with your faith
Ghosts can help you or be your nemesis
The ghosts of loved ones who passed
Often seem to invade dreams
They are messengers or perhaps
They are us and we are them reflecting
The darkness and light of our present life
Ghosts of loss and of ambitions
Fruition of destiny we should welcome
But we fear the unknown perhaps
Because we have yet to know
Our own ghosts well enough
To call them by name
Fearing pink brain to be insane
Rather than face the reality
That ghosts live inside of you and me
All the things we wish to be
All that we are all that we know
But more so our ignorance and stupidity
Stirred in a poetic soul food
Feeding that which we obsess over
We don’t have to wait till October
To see a ghost for we have them close
Whether we want to acknowledge it or not
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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