Ghosts

They come seeking us

along the corridor of time

all of those early hauntings

and shadowy ghosts we left behind

Fear of our own darkness

makes us run

turns us hostile to the truth

making those demons only grow

in strength and power

Angels weep then for our loss

as we turn a blind eye

and an even deafer inner ear to magic

Seek you own way

that is all I know

and trust the ghosts

are only seeking release

be brave enough to bear

the confusion of your own shadow

do not consent to stay

confined to a narrow pathway

for is our soul not vaster than all of these feeling

disappointment

frustration

despair

anguish and shame

Is it not vast enough

to embrace all of these

myriad polarities

and reconcile them

neither by denying or defying

the wholeness that comes

ever seeking us

wearing oh so many differing

dark disguises?