How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
The Ghosts We Carry
How many times have I been a whisper, a fleeting sonder passing by, a ghost of weight, of battles fought, a light reborn where ruins lie?
Told to come out of my shell But they do not know. Forced to retreat - Not hiding, but surviving. This shell is not weakness, nor fear, But the armor I built to stay here.
Beneath the frothy, foamy tide, Where wimbly-wobbly sea beasts hide, The jellyfoot pranced with a clatter and clap, Its tentacle-toes in a rhythmic tap.
My family from a distant shore Lost in the second world war. Entire families lost and erased I cannot imagine the horror they faced.
While comfort lies in a shallow trend, I dive head first into the deep end. The fear I feel becomes my guide, As I probe the depths inside.
Eerie whispers, spectral signs Echo through my tangled mind. A chilling sigh out of tune, Haunting melodies entwined.
I hereby bequeath to you all A poem, my quirky downfall. This brief and crazy reprieve From my buzzing inanity.
Snowflakes whisper an evergreen breeze, Silent comfort with feelings of ease. Twilight hums its gentle refrain, Stars weave a glow, a fragile chain.
Awakened to a world I no longer recognize Where truths unravel, Cloaked in veils of lies.
Most days my thoughts feel like a mess. It does not make me any better nor any less. A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor, Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.