Fred Babbin - GHOSTS

I do not believe in ghosts
But they are haunting me.
Not the ghosts of Christmas past,
Or present, or future.
But those that have been hurt by me,
And those who have hurt me.
I must live with them forever.

There are ghosts within my brain
I can see them
They look like antique memories,
But they are ghosts
I know it.
They are my ghosts
Put there by youth
Without knowing it.

I must offer up a poem
To my ghosts
but to do so
they must let go—
I must let them go
I must make them go

Fred Babbin

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