In the shadows she waits,
a fool perhaps, to take
this chance again.
Barely there and barely seen,
she walks a lonely path between
the moments lost.
Passing through from here
to there, is she real
or just a figment?
A poor illusion of a life,
she watches as it slides
beyond her reach.
Deception steals her past,
and she is like a ghost:
a trick of the light.
© Sara Murray, 27 October 2016
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I read your poem a few times, each time it touched me deeper. It has a way of making you look deep inside and find the feelings long forgoten or dismissed..Beautiful..
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Thank you very much, I’m glad you liked it x
I agree with Chilli that this poem dragged me back to read it again – is she real or a ghost? Utterly beautiful and hauntingly sad – you have excelled yourself, Sara!
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Thank you for such a lovely comment!
Clever and haunting! Well done you. I’m left asking lots of questions about who the person is!
Thank you Siobhan x
Very thought-provoking indeed X #prose4t
Thank you x
I like to read your poems several times too so that I can properly absorb them. You always write with real poise and elegance #prose4t
Thank you so much, that’s a lovely thing to say x
Gorgeous poem, and I hope you’re OK. It’s chiming with me with that sort of dissassoicated feeling (I am sorry, I cannot spell any more) you get when you’re depressed. Love and light to you. These are interesting times.
I’m good, much better than I was, thank you. A lot still going on in my head though! Interesting times indeed x
Your words draw me in every time Sara – there is something so beautifully haunting about this one. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought and sorry I am so late with commenting! x