The Ghost Of My Past
in Change Poems
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from a spark.
in Change Poems
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from a spark.
I love your poem. It has so much depth. I am using it in a speech I am giving for The New Opportunity school for Women on Berea KY. Thank you for your poetry.
Like a bird upon a branch,
She sat so elegantly;
I knew right from the start
She was the one for me.
Behind this calm face there is a raging storm,
Like a war in my head since the day I was born.
Behind this smile there is a lonely sad frown,
The chair where you sat lies vacant and still.
The air so silent, through my body runs a chill,
The sound of your laughter echoes in my ears.
Those who are near and dear to us may shine in our hearts forever like stars.
Walking into a typhoon,
Swimming against the tide,
That's just how it feels,
When my truth I have to hide.