The ghost of my past won’t let me be.
It clutches and makes me stare
at all the scary memories.
Close your eyes, you say
as you pull me into your embrace.
I feel the stubble on your chin against my cheek,
and I realize the things about you
that make me weak-kneed,
are what strengthen me to believe,
from the dark, I can one day tear free.
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