Ghosts of my past

The ghosts of my past, 

Pale shadows of choices long gone, 

Still haunt me today. 

They whisper on the wind, 

The scent of regret clinging to their breath, 

Reminding me of the bridges I burned, 

The words left unspoken, 

The chances I let slip away. 

These ghosts are relentless 

In their torment, bringing up 

Memories of pain and hurt, 

Causing me to doubt myself 

And the choices I now make. 

How I wish that I could find 

A way to exorcise them 

From my mind. Drive them away, 

So, I could finally find some peace. 

I don’t need the constant reminders 

Of my past and the bad choices 

I have made, 

But still I go on day by day, 

Finding some solace in the dawn 

Of a new day and the fact that I am 

Still here. Striving to improve my 

Life little by little, and not giving 

Into the whispers of the ghosts of my past.