Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from a spark.
Blinded, reminded,
of the fear inside.
Turning, yearning,
for a place to hide.
Soaking, choking,
struggling to breathe.
Hiding, abiding,
my ghost won't leave.
Chasing, racing,
I stagger away.
Breathless, restless
in the mud I lay.
Dreaming, gleaming,
I escape the past.
Winning, new beginning,
I am free at last.
Leaving Your Past Behind
I love your poem. It has so much depth. I am using it in a speech I am giving for The New Opportunity school for Women on Berea KY. Thank you for your poetry.
The Ghost Of My Past
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2018 with permission of the Author.
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Thank you so much for commenting on my poem. I'm honoured that you're using it for your speech. Best wishes. Lee