Dawning Creations

Ghosts are our choices,
lingering like an incurable disease.
My choices are just the same,
Marching into and over my head,
from the outside, looking onward.

If ghosts are our choices,
why do we see them
in our bedroom,
the place we sleep?

Sleeping soundly until
“Did I make a mistake?”
“Did I say that right?”

Did you ever feel
as if you can’t just get it right?

Ghosts in my bedroom,
sometimes won’t let me go,

even when I break through their chains,
more come back to remind me,
“Could I be better?”
Dreaming only ever takes me so far.

Facing the mirror, I realize, all of the people I’ve held so close are here in the darkness, shining and shimmering until I’m in the light.

They’ll never fully know how much they mean to me. How much they heal my world and others’

I close my eyes and release a giant sigh.

I open them
And, here you always were
Here you are always here