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The Ghost Inside My Chest

I am the ghost inside my chest, 
Unseen, unheard, yet never at rest. 
I drift through halls of memory, 
Where joy once lived but fled from me. 

My breath like frost, my blood runs cold, 
A whisper trapped in hands grown old. 
I wear regret like funeral lace, 
And see the world through sorrow’s face. 

The mirror knows what I conceal— 
A heart too numb, a pain too real. 
Each beat, a knock from deep within, 
A past that scratches at my skin. 

I haunt my name, I haunt my days, 
A soul lost in time’s cruel haze. 
They think I smile, but cannot see 
The grave I built inside of me. 

But still I ache, though silence wins, 
To feel the sun beneath my sins. 
For ghosts can hope—though dim, suppressed— 
To one day find peace at last.

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Tomorrow's Gate

"I wait by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
where rust clings like memory,
and the wind carries your name like a secret.
No footsteps come, only the hush of almost.
Time leans against the fence,
and I wonder if it grieves, too.

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Who Am I Now

I was your mom before i was anything else,
My name, before my plans,
Before the life i thought i’d have—
I was yours.

Now the world keeps turning,
But i don’t know where i fit, 
Who am i supposed to be
If I'm no longer your mom?

People say, you’ll always be Cody’s mother,
But they don’t understand,
Being a mother is doing, it’s loving,
It’s calling just to hear your voice,
Worrying if you’ve eaten,
Holding you, even though it’s just through words.

Now my time is empty,
My purpose unspoken,
I don’t know how to exist 
Without you to care for.

The world calls me by my name,
But it feels so wrong,
Because before i was anything else,
I was Cody’s mom,
And i don’t know who i am,
Without you.

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Hummingbird Ghost

A flicker of wings,
 a breath of color suspended
 between here and gone.

They say the dead return as birds,
 hearts restless, beating too fast,
 as if trying to outfly time.

The hummingbird lingers,
 drinking deep, trembling,
 as if it knows the flowers will fade,
 as if it knows the light is dying.

And then—
 It is gone,
 leaving only the whisper of wings
 and the hush of something unseen.

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I Am A Monster Born Of Woe

I am a monster born of woe,
From shadows where the lost winds blow.
My cradle was the mournful night,
My lullabies, the fading light.
 
My skin is woven of silent cries,
My eyes reflect the stormy skies.
Each step I take, the ground will quake,
Beneath the weight of hearts that break.
 
I feast on tears, a bitter stream,
And wander through a restless dream.
Where laughter fades, my echoes dwell,
In hollow caves where sorrows swell.
 
But in the depths of what I claim,
I hold no joy, I seek no fame.
For every wound I’ve ever sown,
Has bound me to my aching throne.
 
Yet still I long, though I can’t show,
To shed the chains of grief I know.
For monsters born of woe can yearn,
To feel the warmth they can’t return.

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She Knew His Heart

You were the baby with wildflower eyes, 
he was the storm who softened around you. 
Others saw grit in his walk, fire in his voice— 
but you, you saw through. 

You knew the boy who slept with a hammer, 
the one who’d guard your name like gold. 
He never said much about feelings or fear, 
but you knew the stories his silence told. 

He was rough hands, loud laughs, 
calloused from life and too many wrong roads. 
But you, sweet Shawna, held tight to the light 
in places where even he didn’t go. 

You loved him through mess, through mistakes and the mud, 
through the nights prison was his home. 
You still love him now—just quieter, deeper, 
in the marrow, the soul, the bone. 

When your girls ask about him one quiet day, 
you’ll smile and say, “He was real, and he tried. 
He had the heart of a lion and the laugh of a boy— 
and he lived life his own way.” 

So, when you miss him, don’t hold it in, 
don’t hide the ache in your chest. 
Let it bloom, let it burn, let it remind you— 
you loved him the way a sister loves best.

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The Man In The Pictures

You were camouflage mornings
 and Busch Light nights,
 mud on your boots
 and laughter in your eyes.
 A little wild,
 a little stubborn,
 all heart.

You held babies
 like they were the most fragile miracles,
 taught them early
 how to ride,
 how to hold on,
 how to be proud of where they came from.

You smiled crooked
 when you thought no one saw,
 flipped off the camera
 like grief would never dare to touch you.
 But now the silence roars
 where your voice used to be.

Still—
 you live in the scent of oil and earth,
 in the deer stand at first light,
 in the grip of tiny hands
 wrapped around a steering wheel
 you once guided.

You live
 in every picture tacked to the wall
 with roses and pins and aching love.
 And you live
 in me, the mom who still can’t bring herself
 to wash your clothes—
 because they still
 smell like you.

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Unrest Soul

They say you’re at peace— 
but I feel the tremble in the dark, 
the soft scratching 
of something not quite gone. 

There is no stillness 
where you sleep. 
Only silence too heavy, 
like breath held too long 
by the dead. 

I dream of you 
and you are never smiling. 
Your eyes are glass, 
your mouth a locked door. 

You reach, 
but never touch. 

I’ve seen the moon recoil 
from your grave. 
Felt the cold push back 
when I whispered, 
“Rest easy.” 

BUT YOU DON’T 

Your name rings hollow in the wind, 
dragging behind it the sound 
of unfinished sorrow. 

You are a shadow 
that never settles. 
You walk between the worlds 
without light, 
without peace. 

I can feel it— 
you didn’t let go. 
And maybe… 
neither did I.

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God Of Nothing

I called your name into the night,
but only silence answered back.
No thunder rolled, no fire fell,
just echoes in the black.

They say you watch, they say you judge,
they say you keep us free.
But all I see are empty hands,
so what's a god to me?

If fate is written, i'll tear the page,
if chains are forged, I'll break them.
No heaven's grace, no hell's embrace,
no dust, and time, and mayhem.

And if you strike me, let it burn,
but know that I walked this world alone.
I carved my truth in ash and stone,
beneath a godless, dying sun.

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Maybe

I don't know if there's a heaven, 

not in the way they say. 

Golden gates, bright lights,  

or even a list of who gets to stay. 

 

But I know I miss you,  

I know how much I love you.  

I know a bond as strong as ours  

can't possibly just disappear. 

 

Maybe there really is an after, 

and it's a beautiful place beyond this pain.  

But sometimes when it's quiet,  

I swear I hear you calling out my name.  

 

Maybe it's a memory, 

It could be just a trick of the mind.  

Or maybe it's a soul deep wanting  

for that eternity, not of our time. 

 

They say I'm not meant to know the answers,  

just follow the rules and his plan. 

But honestly, the mom inside of me needs to believe,  

I'll see your face again.  

 

So I'll live here in the maybe,  

In this painful, aching, empty space.  

Not sure of a heaven,  

But holding on to the hope  

we’ll be together once more someday.  

 

And maybe.. just maybe...  

that’s enough for me right now.

Best Poems Written by Rhonda Elliott

The Ghost Inside My Chest

Tomorrow's Gate

Who Am I Now

Hummingbird Ghost

I Am A Monster Born Of Woe

She Knew His Heart

The Man In The Pictures

Unrest Soul

God Of Nothing

Maybe

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