from darker days...
Ghosts
I arm myself daily, blindly
To compete with ghosts whose faces I don’t know
Whose names are barely whispers in the back of my mind
I may have heard them once or twice
But then gone like they never existed
But they will keep in the dusty cabinets and hidey-holes
That you try so hard to protect
Protect me from them, or you from me, I don’t know
I just try every day to put up my best fight
And be the valiant victor who wins all of you away
Without seeming to have fought at all
Because you would frown at that, at my sad shabby armor
And say I had beaten myself
I arm myself daily, blindly
To compete with ghosts whose faces I don’t know
Whose names are barely whispers in the back of my mind
I may have heard them once or twice
But then gone like they never existed
But they will keep in the dusty cabinets and hidey-holes
That you try so hard to protect
Protect me from them, or you from me, I don’t know
I just try every day to put up my best fight
And be the valiant victor who wins all of you away
Without seeming to have fought at all
Because you would frown at that, at my sad shabby armor
And say I had beaten myself