The ghost
That's what the problem is
It's being around a person that makes me feel so unseen, so unloved
Like a ghost
It triggers the most primal revulsion in me
It stems from the beginning
From the time when I was most vulnerable
When I was supposed to be nurtured
When I was supposed to learn how to trust
Crazy no matter how far I've come
One holiday around her
Feels like it set me back a million years
The Golden Thread 
Leave a comment