walking
running
sometimes stumbling
wandering
absent
repeating motion
shrouded in mist
blinded by obligation
drowned in darkness
a ghost of the person he once was
leading
learning
always growing
finding
serving
anxiously discovering
lifted by joy
carried in contentment
embraced in love
more than he ever imagined he could be
***Be sure to check out more Ghostly posts on Mo's Manic Monday.***
5 comments:
Beautiful. Did you write this? I love it!
Yes I did, and thanks!
excellent poem and it is nice he found someone with whom he had a ghost of a chance.
Happy MM! Excellent poem ... with a nice ending.
I invite your blog readers to see reaction of American Ghosts to our upcoming election for POTUS!
peace, Villager
I like the way the second stanza mirrors the first... and a happy ending, too. :)
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