Look at me.
I am a ghost of my past selves.
I don't know if I like this new version of me.
I'll hide it from you.
How haunted I feel by them.
I don't want to be her.
I want to feel like me again.
But as I said,
I am haunted by the ghosts of my past selves.
I want to put this version of myself back up on the shelf.
But I don't know how to let go of anyone or anything.
I want to tear down my walls and be vulnerable again someday.
But until that day comes,
I will continue to hide inside myself,
While waiting to bloom.
Chloe Rose Violet
About the Creator
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
quiet about the wounds
loud about the healing



Comments (2)
great poem
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