Ghosts We Carry
the past in the darkness
That voice in the dark moments alone ...
Only the ghosts of our pasts come to try again
That whisper in the night and tells us we’re not enough
It’s just the past, our trauma trying to take hold again
Wanting to be in control of us, make us fall once more
But these things are in the past, they have no power
Simply ghosts, haunting our darker thoughts and times
We must move on, move forward, look to the future
Those hurts, those moments that keep us up at night
Put them away in a box, and bury it deep in the ocean of your mind
Throw the key away, let that box sink and be forgotten to time
For what is in there is nothing now, nothing that can hurt you
They are empty, false voices; they have no power over you
They are simply, ghosts of our pasts … to haunt us
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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Comments (1)
This felt so liberating! Loved your poem! Also, you might wanna check your first line. There's a repetition of the word "the".