Category: Writers Block
She is a ghost in the mist,
A shell of something once beautiful,
Surrounded by doubt and insecurity,
On silent wings she flies by the moon,
Her voice hushed,
An elusive thing,
On a flight never-ending,
But she is tough and resilent,
And she holds to a dream,
Some might say she is destined to be alone,
But someday her dream will come true,
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,
But someday,
And she will not be a ghost in the mist,
Nor a shell of something once beautiful,
But she will be whole,
The decadent parts of her life once again becoming like flowers,
Springing up from a fertile land,
And she will find a safe haven,
Against the mist,
Against the storms,
Against the tides
That have tried to wash her out to sea,
And someday,
The frightened child will disappear,
And once again the woman she is will appear,
Stronger than ever,
Her laughter spilling over like sparkling wine,
Her smile bright as the sun
And her tears and disappointments will be dispersed,
And she will be a ghost in the mist no longer,
For she will over come all odds,
And smile again
Beautiful dark poetry is in a class of it's own.