Spirits Linger
Not strong enough to face it... but strong enough to hide it.
Ghosts of past, keeping hold...
Memories, I've been told,
Supposed to fade
With time or trade,
But spirits linger here.
***
The halls, dark and cramped,
With nary but a lamp.
I may not see with naked eye
But feel with heart and cry...
The spirits linger here.
***
Unpacking boxes, one by one...
My instinct is to run.
Can I leave this here to rot
In piles never sought?
The spirits linger here.
***
Healing isn't easy...
In fact, it makes me queasy.
I'm told it's worth it
To get things sorted
But spirits linger here.
***
For now, my trauma lives on ice...
Mistakes repeated thrice.
Not strong enough to face it,
But strong enough to hide it...
Still spirits linger here.
About the Creator
Krysha Thorp
Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!
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