"May all of the ghosts who haunt you be kind..."
Your poem comes at a serendipitous time as I too am reviewing my life's sins. Such piqueune things coming to mind. I ask why now. Why at all?
The ghosts that haunt us.
It's strangely fascinating the spirits of past transgressions that pop up. Some may well be inconsequential to the others involved, but still, they haunt.
Here's to finding peace within ourselves.
Your poem comes at a serendipitous time as I too am reviewing my life's sins. Such piqueune things coming to mind. I ask why now. Why at all?
The ghosts that haunt us.
It's strangely fascinating the spirits of past transgressions that pop up. Some may well be inconsequential to the others involved, but still, they haunt.
Here's to finding peace within ourselves.