My ghosts are hungry
this morning
and demand to be fed
or they won't shut up.
Where, exactly,
do you buy ghost food?
- mce
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Let go of the past
ReplyDeletethen you will have peace at last
I have been actively letting go of the past for three years. Some ghosts are stickier than others.
ReplyDeleteSome want to continue to be a part of our head & heart
ReplyDeleteWe are the only one who can tell them to depart
Some do not like to roam far from home
They are comfortable in their place but in our life take up too much space
We must use an angry tone when we tell them we want to be left alone
They are like uninvited guest if we feed them they think they have found a place to rest
Do not feed them or they will stay & never go away
(Bad Poet)