What A Wild Ride

The ghosts of the past

only bring dread

when left unclaimed

floating in the nightmare of the unknown

the illusion of

out there

smile when the cold draft grazes skin

bring it in for a tight hug

squeeze so hard

absorbing into the blood

it is a part of you

let it be

a part of you


and if

it is done with you

it will pass through the other side

until then,

if that

what a wild ride