Poem: Walking With Ghosts

I went for a walk today
A passel of ghosts at my side;
Some too painful or too frightening
To look them in the eye

Others were more beautiful,
More forgiving things—
But regardless of their natures,
Each helped me spread my wings

The First Darkness was a menace,
(Is a haunting spectre yet)
Who filled me with fears and hatred
I still cannot forget.

But if First Darkness took me,
And tried to kill my light,
First Darkness also showed me
Who I had to fight.

Then there’s Belladonna,
Who is painful to describe;
So I wrestle with her memory
Now that she’s outside of time

And there was my bitty Shell,
Who took me to the sea,
Held my hand and pointed out
How vast the world can be.

And my darling M,
Whom I never can repay,
For introducing me to happiness
And showing me the way;

For leading by example,
For the sharing of her light—
For teaching me that I can glow
In the darkest of my nights

There were other spirits—
Too many, really, to name—
But they were there today,
Walking with me all the same

So now here I stand,
Guided by these ghosts,
With light and darkness in my heart
And a song lodged in my throat.

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

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