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Ghost

What nobody can see
the ghost on her knees
sanity all twisted up
heart torn out beneath.
All that’s been suppressed
finally put to rest.
Wrapping my fears
around un-cried tears,
serene illusion, deeply distressed.
Convictions falsely sermonized,
love; freedom and joy, vandalized.
The shoulda, woulda, coulda
that gets all mixed up to internalize
What nobody can see:
my past is the ghost I’ve become
haunting me.

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