Gray Ghosts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pulling up from the deepest part of me - shadows of memories
vaguely appear, but only momentarily.

Trying to focus in seems to be impossible - memories float
in and out like gray ghosts.

Not wanting to be black, white, or color, trying to keep
barriers up to protect the fragile child within from being
hurt over again.

Being mature and grown-up, wanting to know - to unlock steel
drawers of yesterday and go through images in them.

Needing to do this so I can get on with my life, and leave
the past - all searched through - met from beginning to end.

Laying it to rest - peaceful - never to bother me again with
it's gray haunting ghost mysteries.