Writing lets me in to my soul.
I will find the answer when I write
when my soul dreams up images
that appear on write scape
that speak to truths I buried or hid from me
maybe for years.
Here writing alone
I find myself in the presence of light
and darkness recedes
as ghosts appear out of the shadows
only to tell their secrets then disappear once known.
You were only haunting me when I turned the deaf ear
now that my soul has opened the door to you ghosts
you have messages for me.
From the shadows you whisper
go to them
so scared of losing you hide away
and yet you are not only scared of losing
for there you are drawn into another world,
one drawn by them and their way of being
and you know only too well
how powerful the gravitational force field of that can be
can you hold onto what you know
when their ghosts may not yet be known to them
and your appearing will for them
summon up ghosts
or is it that the ancestral ghosts are asking that you go
whispering from deep within
there is a healing that can happen here
and only you have the power to do it
but another voice cries out
that is all illusion
stay here alone
keep building your own world
a world in which you can feel strong
where things cannot impinge
a world where finally
you can lay those old ghosts to rest
and yet ghost isn’t there a way to go
a way to honour both truths
a way to be a part and not be lost
a way to go and return again
and not be undone?
Emerging From The Dark Night 