A Ghost Story
The steady scratch across the floor
A branch across the window frame
That is all I hear right now
As I sweep aside my pain.
I banish dust and turn on lights
I cannot remain unchanged
I shake the yellow rug outside
But I don’t speak your name.
I sprinkle salt in thick white lines
And smoke out the past we knew
I can’t make new bones of this old house
But it can see the last of you.
I clean the windows ’til they shine
I mop and wax the floor
I make each swipe a prayer for peace
A wish to be free of you once more.
I change the locks and hide the key
I take the deepest breath
I am free to live in love
Now that the ghosts have finally left.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Universe Is a Green Dragon: A Cosmic Creation Story.
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