I believe in them...

This poem talks about how a person is desperately trying to avoid those spirits in her life, but she is inclined to meet them, to talk to them for her heart's desire.

I am sitting there

wondering when they'll come

I hear those muffled voices

I see those dull shadows

I want to see them

Yet, I am still sitting there

I pretend to not see them

I pretend to be dreaming

despite this, I get nearer to them

I worry I might lose them again

like I lost them a few years ago

I am told to live a real life
but I can't get enough of them

I get up in distress

I shove my hair past me

I look into the mirror
and I smile as I see them again

and I beam as I feel those hands on my shoulders

telling me they're with me

and will always be

as long as I look for them

People tell me to stop seeing them

but I can't get enough of those

who roam around my room at night

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

If you face them , you will be facing one of your own greatest fears ....
Spirits can't physically hurt you , and maybe if you stop running from them they will just leave you in peace.

[Chris]

Perhaps this link will best show my understanding of this moment of yours...

https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ancient117331/756601/

It didn't let the link form but you CAN just copy and paste it to your browser addy bar.

Take care.

[Mk.t.g]

Thanks, Chris! I will surely check this out!

[Coyote Poetry]

Many kinds of ghost. I have my ghosts haunting me also. I liked the honest thoughts leading to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Mk.t.g]

Thanks for the review, Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.