My past is populated

With ghosts, the versions 

Of me and all the people

I knew as who they too

Once were, all living in

Rooms and places

That no longer exist in

In the space I dwell in,

My today and tonight.

They hang in frames on

Walls, some burn in the

Candles I light to seek

Forgiveness for my sins,

When I crawl in bed to

Sleep, they lie beside me

Like rows of teddy bears

Once loved and cuddled.

I have released them and

Myself for hurts healed,

I put away love letters,

Valentines and pressed

Flowers between pages

Of old books, there is no

Fear in the presence of

These ghosts, some I

No longer see and others

I wrap around me like

A shawl on winter nights.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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