ghosts of the past

my past pain lives in my house.

acceptance

in only acceptance does the past cease to pain.

broken heart

sunshine – all gone –alone with my broken heartsurrounded by ghosts

Samhain

crackling of bonfire,the festival of darkness,departed souls rise whispering of grassbrushes against my bare feetsings death and rebirth end of summer warmtharrival of Winter Cronewinter – sacred cold

ghosts

corners are hauntedwith your lovely laughs and smilesthat exist no more