The Unseen Odyssey of a Ghosted Soul

In a world where shadows dance with light,
Lived a woman, unseen, in the crowd's oversight.
Ghosted by whispers, by glances that slide,
She wandered through life, with a soul that cried.

Her days were a mist, a fog in the mind,
Each step she took, left no mark behind.
The world, it seemed, had turned its gaze,
Leaving her to drift in a silent malaise.

But within her chest, a spark did glow,
A treasure buried deep, she didn't know.
In the quiet of night, she began to see,
The world from within, where she could be free.

Was it her own weariness that spun this tale?
A mix-up of life and death's pale veil?
Had she, in her fatigue, called forth the ghost,
Manifesting absence, a spectral host?

She embarked on a quest, not outward but in,
To find the magic, to heal, to begin.
Through caverns of doubt, through forests of fear,
She sought the treasure, the self so dear.

And there, in the heart's deep, dark cave,
She found the light, the power to save.
A glow so bright, it lit her from within,
A beacon against the ghosting, against the sin.

With this newfound magic, she began to mend,
The fractures of her spirit, to transcend.
The shift was subtle, like dawn's first light,
But everything changed, from dark to bright.

What if ghosting, she pondered, in a thoughtful muse,
Is but a mirror, reflecting our own refuse?
A manifestation of our deepest fears,
A call to look inward, to face our tears.

She emerged, not just healed, but wise,
Understanding now, with clearer eyes.
The world, once ghostly, now vibrant and true,
For she had found the treasure, the self anew.

In her journey, a lesson for us all,
That within us, lies the greatest call.
To heal, to manifest, to shift our fate,
For in self-discovery, we find our state.

Thus, she taught, through her silent quest,
That being unseen might just be a test.
To look within, where true power lies,
And manifest a world where love never dies.