Hauntings

The veil grows thin
past midnight, as
sensibility dares
to sleep – spirits,
restless, yearning,
drag me from dreams,
fill my thoughts –
messages from beyond –

I am but a simple
woman, hold no sway
in the physical realm,
send them back
to carry on
their haunt.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

12 thoughts on “Hauntings”

  3. Beautifully written–and interesting, because my mind was on a parallel track yesterday/last night. So if I write something that sounds familiar, you’ll know why 🙂

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