Better half - 08. My ghosts

Whispers in the hallway, shadows in my mind
Every step I take, they're two steps behind
Echoes of the nights I try to forget
They never leave, they never rest

I've got my ghosts, they know my name
They wear my scars, they feel my shame
I fight them all, but they're part of me
Without them, I don't know who I'd be

Hands on the glass of the choices I made
Reflections flicker, but they never fade
Memories like anchors pulling me down
I drown in sights, but I don't make a sign

I've got my ghosts, they know my name
They wear my scars, they feel my shame
I fight them all, but they're part of me
Without them, I don't know who I'd be

I try to bury them under time
But they rise like smoke, they blur the lines
They whisper the truth I'd rather not see
They're not my prison, they're setting me free

I've got my ghosts, they light my way
They build the walls, they taught me to stay
I made my peace, they're stitched in my skin
My ghosts will guide me, not drag me in

They never leave, but I let them stay
My ghosts walk with me, every step of the way

An honest acceptance of personal scars and past mistakes — recognizing that the “ghosts” of memory and regret are not only burdens but also teachers, shaping strength and self-understanding rather than defining defeat.

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