chasing Ghosts . . . comfortable with that ?

chasing Ghosts . . .

comfortable with that ?

am i chasing Ghosts

the Ghosts of my intent

wondering

where does the key

to actualization lie

as i vie

to fulfill this dream

tears spilled

in my loneliness

upon the pillow

where my sorrows

have come to reside

in the morning light

they do not hide

for the stains

of my pains

residually show up

sometimes it is memories

of past joys

that twist the knife

into the heart of my now

and somehow

i escape

most times not

there are anxieties waiting for me

further down the road

some hidden

some obscure

but for sure

there are those dirty little bastards

who blatantly

latently

await our arrival

i read the affirmations

that perspectives are mine to have

or have not

is this the healing Balm

the Salve of this soul

as i tweak and cajole

my self from this truth

that dominates

at times it wanes

dissipates

and waxes again

in the cycle of the moon light

not garnered only to the night

but within the day

telling me the Sun is not bright

and my fright then transmutes

to a higher truth

that i may awaken

and know that all that i have forsaken

of my regality

was but my creation

my frailty

in my Faith

that i may spend my life energy

chasing Ghosts

comfortable with that ?

(c) 5 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.