I am haunted by the ghost
in mind of
abandonment by family.
Insides...
ripped apart
in middle of night.
Breath, with deep intent all I can do
to get a foot hold for peace.

I am haunted in day
feeling detached and alone,
from the very child I borne.
with persistent mind that echoes
“I am not cared about,
misunderstood.”
Breathing with Divine,
all I can do
to get a foot hold for peace.

Until I align to see
who I am...
Sacred with God’s spark.
Infused with wisdom.
Beautiful.

Until I become independent
not needing anyones
support to move free in life.

Until I realize they all
played a role making me strong
as orchestrated by spirit.

And then...
I whisper a prayer of thanks
wishing them well.