Ghost

Prime real estate I reside,

Afforded by a hurt that convulses the body, gasps for air,

A cleansing soak.

At its doorframe I stand,

Looking back with a hint of shame, a pinch of pride,

A temporal ease.

Dawdle at the driveway I do,

Languish in this transformative phase for once or twice,

A quiet halt.

Buoy into new stratospheres I float,

Rule out nothing but the past and a ghost or two,

A natural rise.

Originally written 2.5.12