Ghost Story

I turn a page in my life and there it is
from the landscape of my dreams
the house stands, solid, real
This fence can’t keep a spook out
The glorious ruin of it – my heart’s home
fills my imagination with dreams
I will learn this house, I will haunt it
and as a ghost, I cannot be hurt


© W.R.R. 11/6/1989

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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