I believed in ghosts
Who haunt and taunt
Their muffled
Midnight meanderings
Claps and taps
Echo in other rooms
I once saw spectral spirits
Pass through a bedroom wall
When young
But now I suffer
Poor night vision
And I only
See shadows
Gliding, hiding
On obscured walls
If I could talkÂ
With the dead
Would I listen?
More than I speak?
Are you friend or foe?
What is it you seek?
I don’t talk
With the dead
We visit instead
In dreams
Reliving good times
Rewriting the bad.
My ghosts
Are my friends.
I used to be afraid
Of ghosts
But now I know
They are not foes
But rather friends
And I look forward
To our midnight adventures
Celebrating the good
Repairing the bad.
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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