I see ghosts.
Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word.
I feel them.
There's two who live in this house,
one, a gentle woman,
who silently watches
the tears that stream down my face,
sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
I feel her eyes on me
as I try on dresses,
spinning with a smile across my face.
I think she liked dressing up,
her spirit radiating with delight
when I do my hair and makeup.
But when I do it for only my own
Pleasure
Is when she's the happiest.
The other is a man:
Tall, I imagine.
He stands in the dark corners,
making the shadows feel
less alone.
He breaks the silence,
banging on doors,
running through the halls.
His soul is full of sorrow,
but in a way that feels
Familiar.
I feel him watching as I read,
late into the night.
And yes, for most,
that sounds creepy,
But for me?
It means I'm not alone.
There was another,
at the house I used to live in.
I have no idea their gender,
Only that they meant no harm.
They played with the photos that hung above my desk,
moved my socks,
and felt
Protective
in a strange way.
It resided in my room,
and my family didn't like coming in,
but the ghost never gave me anything more than
a silent sense of wondering.
In my family,
everyone knows our spirits live on,
be it their Christian or Native,
(Or both, as I am.)
We know that every late relative
sprouts wings to fly.
My Nana is a black butterfly-
She often flutters by,
checking on everyone she loves.
Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly-
I don't see her as much as I used to,
but I know she hasn't
forgotten me.
Prince became a hawk:
He watched me for weeks,
sitting on my roof,
flying above my head,
until my grief began to heal.
And like my grief will never fully leave,
I still see him,
wings spread against an open blue sky,
saying 'hello,'
In the moments where I couldn't need it more.
I think sometimes,
souls get lost in that process,
or there's no one to see their
Change.
So they remain on Earth,
in a way that most people can't see.
But I see them-
And so long as I do,
they will never be alone.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
I see ghosts.
Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word.
I feel them.
There's two who live in this house,
one, a gentle woman,
who silently watches
the tears that stream down my face,
sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
I feel her eyes on me
as I try on dresses,
spinning with a smile across my face.
I think she liked dressing up,
her spirit radiating with delight
when I do my hair and makeup.
But when I do it for only my own
Pleasure
Is when she's the happiest.
The other is a man:
Tall, I imagine.
He stands in the dark corners,
making the shadows feel
less alone.
He breaks the silence,
banging on doors,
running through the halls.
His soul is full of sorrow,
but in a way that feels
Familiar.
I feel him watching as I read,
late into the night.
And yes, for most,
that sounds creepy,
But for me?
It means I'm not alone.
There was another,
at the house I used to live in.
I have no idea their gender,
Only that they meant no harm.
They played with the photos that hung above my desk,
moved my socks,
and felt
Protective
in a strange way.
It resided in my room,
and my family didn't like coming in,
but the ghost never gave me anything more than
a silent sense of wondering.
In my family,
everyone knows our spirits live on,
be it their Christian or Native,
(Or both, as I am.)
We know that every late relative
sprouts wings to fly.
My Nana is a black butterfly-
She often flutters by,
checking on everyone she loves.
Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly-
I don't see her as much as I used to,
but I know she hasn't
forgotten me.
Prince became a hawk:
He watched me for weeks,
sitting on my roof,
flying above my head,
until my grief began to heal.
And like my grief will never fully leave,
I still see him,
wings spread against an open blue sky,
saying 'hello,'
In the moments where I couldn't need it more.
I think sometimes,
souls get lost in that process,
or there's no one to see their
Change.
So they remain on Earth,
in a way that most people can't see.
But I see them-
And so long as I do,
they will never be alone.