As I age, I have come to believe in ghosts:
Ghosts that remind me of who I once thought I would be,
Ghosts that take me back to my happiest and worst memories,
Ghosts that entrance me in moments that changed my life,
Ghosts that ground me in the simpler days when all felt right.
Ghosts have become my recollection of what once was
And what has– for good or bad– brought me here.
I carry these ghosts with me
Never knowing quite when they will climb out of my luggage
That is towed in step with who I am and will become.
Sometimes they fade and free me to carry a lighter load.
But so often I find them diving back in
To be stored and tugged right on along
Until another time when they resurface
Upon sensing something as simple
As a scent, touch, screech, or song.
Age has taught me to believe in ghosts:
Ghosts that I must keep with me
So they can serve as a reminder
For what I still hope to be.
—Written by Sandy Heights
2 thoughts on “Ghosts”
Such a lovely piece. Impressive photo. Great job! Keep it up.
Thanks for the kind words!
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