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

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