The Ghost

You can see her, right?

Wrong, very few of us can

The Ghost

 

She’s a part of me

Shorter and fater

Outgoing and hyper

Nothing like me

 

Oh so very different from

Who I appear to be

Quiet and reserved,

Right?

 

Wrong. She’s happy

And calm, dancing away

The entire day

Like it means nothing to her

 

As time passes nothing changes

Who is this ghost?

Why can’t you see her?

Why can I?

 

She’s a part of me, I can feel her

See her, living within me

Yet so very far from me

All at the same time

 

Do you know her?

She is me

Dancing away the day

Time never passing

 

For hundreds of years

Singing in a language

Now long dead

With lyrics I can’t make out

 

Hip-hop or jazz?

Maybe it’s a folk dance

She does it so well

So graceful and smooth

 

So how can se be like that?

When she’s so short and chubby

She’s not all bones like me

She’s not like me

 

She’s got no outside influences

To change who she is

Her heart blooms

With no one to mock her

 

A part of me tucked

Safely inside

For a time when no one judges

I time I can be safe