Ghosts of Her Youth

July 13, 2008

She lives with the past

whispering in her right ear,

specters chaining her

to a lost moment,

a broken heart,

long past tradgedies

defining the present,

old scars itching

with phantom pains,

keeping today framed

in doubt and sorrow,

adding depth and contrast

when she holds perspective,

otherwise overwhelming,

drowning out today’s hope,

possible wonders

stained before realized,

left hanging because fear

paralyzes even the strongest

when too many ghosts

surround them.

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