Ghosts

Our ghosts find a way
to be revived
reformulate into self-doubt
these habits find us
once again
so let us stumble over and over
trying to regain
our footing
with each twist and turn

These ghosts
know how to dance
rejuvenate with time
we have built
our own cages
so much distrust
so many lies
find a way in
until we are reborn
within our own walls

Our ghosts find a way
to be reborn
into incomplete sentences
trailing off into silence
while we are watching
as this pattern repeats
in habitual motions
reliving each emotion
in due time
the memory is forgotten
but the ghosts
are still there
dancing and holding us hostage
within self-doubt