The Lockdown Blues

The Ghost Child

The Ghost Child


I see the shape of the lonely girl

Solemnly counting her steps alone


A good child, all agreed

But a changeling nonetheless

Riding life’s storms

With passions deep and unresolved


Always questioning, never finding answers

Why am i here, what happens next?


My ghost child sits within me

I accept her pain

Do my best to comfort her,

Keep her safe and cocooned

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