Alone, I sit in darkness.
Raindrops fall upon the roof, breaking the eerie silence.
The light of burning candles casts shadows upon empty walls.
Pain has been my constant companion, and only here, in darkness,
Can I ease the suffering that seeks to destroy me from within.

Anger and bitterness swell within me,
Begging for release like a raging river seeking to break over its banks.
The wounds still sting. Will I ever heal?
They turned their backs upon me.
Do I even exist in their world anymore?

Suddenly, I realize I am not alone.
A presence fills the room, longing, urging.
The ghost speaks to me in words only my heart can understand.
“Go away!” I cry.
“I don’t believe in you anymore!”

Has madness overtaken me?
Is this spirit that I cannot see with my eyes
Something I have created in my mind?
It calls again, softly, gently.
“I am here.” It seems to say as it lies waiting in the dark.

The spirit follows me wherever I go.
Escape is futile, no matter how I try.
I am haunted by memories that I try to push away.
Memories that once made me smile now cause me grief.
Why does the ghost insist on following me?

The presence overpowers me as I struggle in vain.
The ghost longs to take away my pain.
I have dwelled in the shadows of despair for far too long.
How easy it would be to let go.
Dare I trust?

I find the courage within to accept
The invitation of the ghost who haunts me night and day.
A warm glow covers me, soothing, refreshing.
Words fail me as I relinquish my will to this spirit.
Nothing can surpass the beauty of the haunting.