I Am A Ghost

 Yesterday's memory is always fading. Fading from bright to dull in tides wading. In saying I was strong: You may laugh at me. But! In saying I was brave: I can still stand here today with scars to achieve&blood to bleed. The past, call it my smoke. What I did; my high. &long after I've sobered, the smoke still traces the sky. But it wasn't me anyway, just the ghost of yesterday.

          Today, I can try to smile at the little things. If, in valor I am; I wouldn't be surprised but more of less too glorified because of my rarely valient hands. Yet. If today I dwelled in brimstone, and withcraft and violence. I would be no better than what was expected. Shot down again, martyr'd defiance. Today, I rise&see oppurtunity. Today, I shall live a ghost in my immunity.

          Tomorrow, if it ever comes. I will not regret. I will not turn my head to today nor yester. I will find my solice in predictions&letters. Tomorrow, if awake&alive, it doesn't matter. What truly impacts morrow is not the answer to the question "Are you alive?" but more to the question "Are you living?". Tomorrow, like any other day, I will live a spirit of liveliness...I will shock myself in words, action and politeness. Tomorrow I am a ghost in silence.

          I am a ghost, dead. But living as if I were king. Yesterday, I was a trace of today. &Tomorrow? A sillhouette of now.Constantly I am a ghost. Always changing in smile&shape. In hours&in days I haunt myself. Who I am, contradicts who I was&who I will be. &Even though I know this, I will not cry nor frown: &Never, ever change. For a ghost is a stupid thing to be ashamed.