Where do ghosts come from?
A WWKC Halloween prompt...
from behind the creaky
and cobwebbed doors
that lead to the darkest parts
at the back of our mind
in places we buried
more than six feet deep
more than decomposed enough
to never enter our thoughts again
and yet,
they hover still
in an unsure moment
haunt when the words can’t be found
enter stage left just as
Joy appears stage right
reminder it could all fall apart
ghosts of Worry, Shame, Regret
carried on a whipping wind
ghouls of Not Enough, Never Worthy
creatures born howling in the pit where
we try to hide our deepest secrets
try to hide them,
even from ourselves
Where do your ghosts come from? I’d love to hear from you.
For being about the dead, your writing is so alive.