Ghosts
Crawl into
This mind through
My tears
And frightened smile.
Hit your knee
On my
Misplaced tragedies.
The damage
Settles like
Dust on
This old piano.
These rusty
Antiques
Are only ghosts.
Don’t give
Away
What they
Used to take.
This is
Your story
Keep your power.
Take the reins.
Claim your pain.
Demand
It make you stronger.
Recognize
The lies
And feed your fire.
Push into the fight,
Wild Eyes
Love who we become.
Copyright © Felice Bee | Year Posted 2017
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