#1 - Ghostly

I've written a lot of poems in my life, but have never shared too many of them. On occasion I've sent some to friends by request, and a few of my best ones are posted on this blog, but for the most part, my poems have been kept to myself.

Some of them are funny, others philosophical, and others very personal. Some were written in seconds, others took months. I thought for this year, I'd post a poem I've written on a weekly basis and include a little blurb about the poem.

I'll begin with the poem that I am most fearful of sharing, because... why not start with a bang? It's about my struggles with connecting with people. I often find myself unable to truly connect with people on a deep level. I am blessed with some great friends, and do enjoy the depth of those relationships, but I often find myself asking the safe questions, instead of the important ones that really strengthen a friendship. In essence, I choose not to connect on a deeper level out of fear which causes me to miss out on things. As our souls are meant to connect with others, I often feel that mine does not. My soul then, feels ghostly. 

Ghostly

You cannot see me

You cannot hear me

You cannot touch me

You cannot taste me

You cannot feel me

You cannot hold me

You cannot know me

You cannot love me

My existence, in this instance

Is only witnessed by eyes unseeing

My only hope for you to reach me

Is if I climb into your dreams

In this plain of life, this menagerie

Of souls alive but not living

I do not see you

I do not hear you

I do not touch you

I do not taste you

I do not feel you

I do not hold you

I do not know you

I do not love you… but I want to.