I am a ghost
In my own house
I flutter about
Wafting in the stale air
Moving from room to room
No one here
Just my friend Loneliness and I
We have been companions
For a long time now
Dust and cobwebs
Are our playmates
Are they in my house
Or in my head
I do not know
Neither friend nor foe
Is to be found here
I’m all alone
No one to care
That I have become
A phantom in my own home
They don’t know that
I am hopeless and afraid
So terrified of this awful disease
Pulsating through my lungs
Eating away
At my heart
At my soul
At me
Until I become pale
From exertion
Transparent
From all the tears
That have left my body
Leaving nothing
Behind but emptiness
I am withering away
As my lungs
Struggle for a
Single breath
My soul hangs
Like a tattered curtain
Or the sail of a dying ship
My house has become
An empty mausoleum
Where no one
Knocks upon my door
For fear that I may answer
And they will see the apparition
That I have become
And they will want to run away
But they are grounded
Rooted to the spot
By abstract feelings
Rushing through their body
They do not know what to say
They do not know what to do
They do no know how to help me
They freeze up
Unable to turn and run
I pull back and shut the door
Giving an excuse
For them to leave
Pulling back from myself
And my need for love
Not wanting to bother anyone
So here I sit
Curled up in a ball
Like a pile of ashes
That can be blown away
By the slightest of breezes
But for me
The satisfying breeze
Never comes
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Comments: 58
This is so pure in its pain that I want to cry. I want to hug you and make it all better but I cant.
I think hauntingly beautiful pretty much sums it up.
Mary - Thank you for your warm thoughts and sentiments. They mean alot.
I enjoyed this.
Funny how different your views on an empty house.....
although I do understand & get your meaning
I value my alone time intensely. I did not always, but boy do I these days...lol
this is a powerful poem. I went through a time in life like you describe. I look back and appreciate it for what is was; my time in the cocoon. I emerged a beautiful, free butterfly.
It is in times when we have touched the very being of others and a transference takes place. This is only meant to help the person intended ~ It is not meant to inhale and hold on to.
Lisa ~ When you say that this is about you . . . Is it really about you or have you manifested the perceived reality of another spirit?
I'd like to hear your answer.
Blessings ~
René
Keeping YOU in my PRAYERS.
Thank you for your prayers!
I'm so glad to hear that you are doing much better than when you first wrote this poem.
Please put this in Artistic Minds® ~ This is such a POWERFUL WRITE.
Your Friend,
Rene
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U wishing you laughter
i really like the power of this poem - yes it is sad if that is how you wish to precieve it, but i see a butterfly trying to emerge from her cocoon - try to vision this butterfly, so much caos in that cacoon as it is transforming from a catipillar - a creature many consider an ugly insect to this amazingly beautiful and spiritual butterfly - to you spiritguided woman, let your wings spread, no longer in fear of what the world is to say - let it flow from you, for you are filled with power and beauty
I'm very sorry to read your comment about all your health problems....
You know I feel very misunderstood most of the time also. I've come to the conclusion that it's just the way I see things and not really soooo. hugs sweet friend.....I'm glad you're doing better.
Blessings,
Lisa
Glad to you are feeling better.
Wishing you health and happiness.
In it you can run the forest like a chipmunk until you shift into your next form,
diving down a hole into a magical realm of healing underground pools and streams,
following your heart until you reach the great starry underground River of Life.
It is there you can shift your form, your shape, your understanding again and again,
over many day's time - not too much at once - just a drop here and there,
for this River is a flow of incredibly powerful Elixir,
not to be toyed-with,
and yet it must be entered and communed-with in a childlike spirit of play.
I encourage you to breathe-in the different colors and lights which also play about this River -
as you feel inspired and guided to partake - following your own Heart.
Take more time.
Breathe.
Entering, entering, entering inner Peacefulness.
Breathe.
The path back home to your present-day Self is yours to own...
Is your own.
I send you many blessings to you and your family for comfort and healing during this process.
Much love,
Lisa
I am so glad to hear that you are feeling better now. Sending you hugs.
TY for sharing it.
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Thanks for playing my silly lil game this am.
I too was a ghost in my house at one time. Not anymore.
I hope you are doing much better.