Finally I have arrived,
here a place where I am free,
from the stresses behind me.

There is new adventures here,
new pains,
new loves,
or at the very least different ones.

Somehow when I come here,
I lose all my tolerance for my ghosts.
They linger,
and very rarely,
they break through.

When they do,
when they visit,
I feel as if I am a child.
New to the pains of this world,
unknowing of tolerance,
skin,
as thin,
as paper.

When they get to close,
when I have to face them straight on,
I feel as though someone has doused my fire,
and I'll hibernate,
until it passes.