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The Ghost Inside

They do not want to be seen, they do not want to be heard, they don’t have peace, and they don’t feel anything.

They walk through walls and give you that chill down your spine when they enter the room.

They stand and watch you sleep and slowly brush their finger through your hair.

They do not feel pain because pain was taken away, they just feel emptiness, and they just feel loneliness.

What makes this any different from when they were living and breathing? Just the air in their lungs, just the air.

You didn’t see them when they were day walkers, you didn’t see them when they felt lonely, you didn’t see them when they felt sad or hurt.

You see, this is not that different.

They can still walk through walls and you wouldn’t even know, they can still stand in the rain and watch the drops fall right through. Again, no difference .

A shell is just a shell, it might have had life in there at some point but once it becomes a shell it becomes an ornament that you put on your glass coffee table. A shell will always just be a shell.

They will walk on a footpath used by many but leave no footprint, they will graze their hand against the tall standing grass and it won’t even move, they will stand in the wind but it blows right through.

You would think being invisible would be a problem because no one can see you, but how can it be a problem if they never saw you anyway?

So you can try to colour in the lines to fill up that emptiness, you can try to fit all of the boxes into places where they fit, but just keep in mind that when something is invisible how will you try to fill it if you don’t even know if it is really there.

Here is the mask that the invisible can choose to wear, here is the shoe that they can use to leave prints, here is the air that they use to breath and here is heart that should keep them alive.

They are invisible and always will be.

An empty shell .

Just a ghost inside.

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Happy Baby

Watching him sleep, oh, how sweet,
Those little toes, those red cheeks, those little feet

Fast asleep, warm and snug
With the heater cozy beneath the bedroom rug

All tucked in, this happy baby
I will watch over you even after you'r eighty

I can't help but watch him as he lay there sleeping
And sometimes I might even find myself weeping

I weep when I think of him bringing my life all this joy.

All this joy, from such a small little boy.

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The Flower In the Winter

“I am cold I am cold” says the flower to the windy swivel,  “go blow somewhere else or my petals will shrivel!”

“Oh please” says the swivel to the flower,  “you are but a Pansy so stop being so dour”

For a Pansy you know can always re-seed even in cold its growth will succeed. 

So be like the Pansy when life throws you lemons , just push through the storm and learn some life lessons.

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Alone

Have you ever been so anxious? Have you ever felt the fear?

Have you ever wondered why this world is even here?

When you’re sitting in your bedroom where no one else will hear.

Then I realize

I’m all alone in a world filled with people.

I’m all alone sitting by myself.

My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.

Won’t someone please come take me home.

While I’m walking through the valley that’s supposed to have no fear, 

How did I find myself here?

I need a shelter I need a home.

I don’t want to be alone.

I’m all alone in a world filled with people.

I’m all alone sitting by myself.

My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.

Won’t someone please come take me home.

Why do I have so many questions?

Why do I have so many fears?

When will my life become more easy or even change?

That’s when I realise.

Then I realise.

I’m all alone in a world filled with people.

I’m all alone sitting by myself.

My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.

Won’t someone please come take me home.

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My Wall

Way up high, I build this wall,
Higher and higher, I build it tall.

I build my wall to keep it all out,
Every single piece of doubt,

The doubt I have about all my fears,
The fears that cause me all these tears.

The world is such a drowning place,
These walls we build as we fall from grace.

All that we face every day,
So we build our walls to keep the pain away.

Best Poems Written by Sheree Schoeman

Sweet Christmas

Why, Why, Why

What I Like About You

The Chill

The Rush

The Ghost Inside

Happy Baby

The Flower In the Winter

Alone

My Wall