The ghost

being able to one day face those things that you may not want to

(110 words)

Up in the attic lives the ghost of my traumatic past
I’ve stashed it away there, hoping no memory would last

Beyond aged boxes and dusty piles of junk
Sits this massive, timeworn, leather and cedar trunk

Inside, there are secrets that few have ever known
Only a couple of lucky ones have been shown

The old black and whites, the yearbooks from high school
My old leather jacket, thinking I was cool

So many of my writings from my younger days
A testament to my growth in such drastic ways

No longer scared of memories, the trunk had buried
Over time, I learned that the ghost could be carried.