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| The Ghosts of My Life
by rabbitbrown at 9/28/2009 10:50:49 PM
Within that dark hallway
I have travelled a hundred times
Or more
Within those rooms
Contained throughout that corridor
My countless stories
And I am restless now
With watching only brief streams of hope
Infrequently illuminating
Resting as memories upon those doors
I have seen my whole world here within these walls
And I can now see those shadows of time
As the ghosts of my life
Here, those rooms like my silhouettes
Where I come and go
Surrounding me as a cloak in the cold
Those visions of my internal journey
Those truths I've stored
Dusty remnants of my history
And I am breaking free
Pulling shutters from panes I've never seen before
Waking up unrestrained
And suddenly struck with mourning
Over the life I kept as my best friend
Where I thought I had every possibility
of avoiding regret
To find
These were the ghosts of my life
Never living truly, only existing
A security I once adored
A retreat
That hallway so empty
Even as I poured elements of myself into it
As some dark secret
And I can see what it should have become
Even as I tear down cobwebs that have lived
Far too long
In the safety of the void I accepted
And here while I pause to sense the oncoming changes
Bare in the light of day
I find I can spare one solitary goodbye
to my old friends, the ghosts of my life...
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