My old ghosts are haunting me again.
They've crept in without me knowing or hearing.
They plant seeds of doubt and fear in my head.
I try to block it out, like so many times before...
but it's not working.
I struggle, but they overcome me,
filling me with woe and dread.
And all at once, I feel as if I'm drowning.
I can't breathe.
A tear spill over, hot and dangerous.
If I let more fall, they won't stop.
But if there's anything I've learned,
it's that I when I lose control,
it's almost freeing, in a way.
So I let them flow,
and pray for them to flee quickly,
and that they take my ghosts with them.