Poetry: Ghost


I’m the lucky one
Even though the luck may be hard to see

Perpetually hit with sideways glances
Natural curiosity

Why I had been spared and he hadn’t

Was I growing to be someone special?
Was I worth the life?

There’s a burden to being left behind
A lifeless body forever hitches a ride

You’re a ghost I would give my whole life for

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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