Ghost
I exist between the walls and my head.
My soul wanders at night.
It finds what it was looking for during the day.
I confirm my hopes and fears.
I'm who I thought I was and that's what I wish I didn't know.
I feel lost.
Take my hand and bring me back.
Let me breathe.
Hear my thoughts and feel my hurt.
How else will this ever change?
I can't go on being a ghost.
Let me live again.
This poem is about:
Me