I have some ghosts,
whisps as if smoke,
in my mind awoke
to fly out my throat.
Search and unwind
I do over some time
heal where I’m blind
and I see what I find.
Where I’ve learned,
which me concerns,
in memory it burns
I will never return.
Places sewn safe by
understanding I try
to remember of my
experiences in life.
Ghosts that’ve spoke
from the past choke
deep inside a throat
released in sky float.
My insecurity bound
to that which I found
in truth it surrounds;
I fall now to ground.
I struggle for a grip,
I use words from lips,
that I’ve learned slip
from my mind’s trip.