Girl Beneath the Ghost

Girl Beneath the Ghost


He wanted the me that never was
She taunted my heart as all failure does
She was his life, she was his dream
Transparent, unseen
I claw out this seam
Once conditionally woven with love.

Hiding the me within
He covered me up in her skin
Her righteous beauty beaming from the core
Her selfless nature unfailing with her compassionate outpour
Her steps secured without the assurance of him
Her life undefiled
Her days without sin

This Ghost, his template for my soul,
Created by him, For my aspiration…
His chance of correction, my chance to become whole

Suffocating from the ghostly growth muffling my whispered scream
I gasp for air, so longing to redeem
With a desperate cry to be heard through the door, I’m exasperated to tears
Yet never does he awaken, never even a stir to sooth my fears.

In this struggle to mold, exhaustion took hold
And all I could do was run...
With joy defused, my heart abused
The color completely undone
Although, her façade ceases to exist
All that remains now is this...
A toast
To love and to grow 
And to my sole passion to know,

This girl beneath the ghost.