Ghost

There's someone who looks like me,
She holds my hand,
And tells me how deeply to breath,
She takes care of me when I care to listen,
'It will be fine' whispers the one who looks like me,
She helps me,
She's ghostly,
When anxiety plunders,
My ghostly friend wonders,
I wonder too,
She grounds me,
She whispers advice in moments I make mistakes,
The one who looks like me fights fiercely,
She's my identity,
In the forest I keep me,
But the shadow fingers can't reach me,
Except when I get too close to the trees,
Even then she stands by me,
She's still inside me,
Whispering battle cries,
She tells me I'll survive.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds almost like a tale of a guardian angel. The lookalike performs all the tasks such an angel might do, stays with the speaker, doing everything from breathing instruction to giving timely advice. We should all have such a caring doppelgänger, but maybe the point of the poem is to tell us we do.

[Ghost writer]

Thank you for the kind words. It is, I believe we all have that part of ourselves