Ghosts

New poem by yours truly. 👻

My ghost tattoo named Elliott.

Ghosts

By Paige A. DeLozier

Ghosts in my head

And pain in my chest

Whisper what’s real to me

I’ll discern the rest

Time and memory

Ever my enemy

Slow down, experience

Carve each moment into me

Reality comes into view

Color fills my scope

Suddenly aware of myself

Rise to heal from cope

Your knocks at my door

Went unnoticed too long

First had to unwind

What was gotten so wrong

Come inside, see the changes

I’m friends with my ghosts

At least on our good days

We’re quite gracious hosts

Thanks for reading!

Paige