The battle is owned by all.
Fallen take my hand as I can stand.
No one is left behind.
Bones of the long forgotten litter the land.
Dragging shards of my battered feelings.
I trudge through drifts of dead emotions.
On the eye scape the horizon of my future.
No cloaked boney finger pointing the way.
Laughter does not reside in my ears.
Echoes of might have beens waft in the air.
My damaged soul survives.

You do not have to be perfect
to be wonderful.
You do not have to be a super hero
to be brave.
You do not have to be wealthy
to be generous.
You do not have to be old
to be wise.
You do not have to be abused
to be compassionate.
You do have to be human
to be humane.

They haunt my dark corners
They linger like smoke in my eyes
They lead me down an empty path

The ghost of my past

They bring only acid tears
They chase away my fleeting joy
They trap my soul and **** my heart

The ghosts of my past

They can not destroy me now
They have no hold on my love
They cease to exhume my tragedies

You are the light of my future

You set my horizon ablaze
You ignite my imagination
You free my spirit

My past is only a ghost

By BPeterson