Ghosts walk with me

Ghosts walk with me
Ghosts of choices denied
And choices made
The wind stirs in the holly tree
Not only Saints walk tonight
But figments, fragments,
Frailty,
The ghosts of things I tried – to hide?
Of things too long denied
…
The ghosts of all
I did not want
They sadden me
They frighten me
The wind that blows
Was never free,
Ghosts walk with me
Tonight.