2011
Buried Ghosts
I’m buried in the ghosts of the past. I try to look ahead but what I felt in the past follows me ailing to be felt again. How could it not? It is what I consider my purpose.
I’ve tried to keep it buried for so many years and now I only open up peaking holes to those that understand, those that don’t judge… I feel like if I was to tell them, I would be the mistake, I would be the embarrassment, the inconvenience, despite all that I have done right . My happiness, my solitude is fed by my silence, my unspoken liberation, my truth..
I look for her but I cant find her. She’s somewhere living her life while I remain here trying to figure out the pieces of this puzzle. She smiles but I cant see it but oh I want too. I want to say the right words and do the right things. I want to be at the right place at the right time. I want to have pride and liberation. I want to show you not tell you…I don’t want to settle, I want you…
Sent in by: Enaa
Age: 23
