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.***
