Hauntings Poem by Singleton M. Tate

My past is haunting me.

Pain and heartache, are they here?
Then like a puff of smoke they choke my air.
I gasp for breath, courage and pride.
The will to always keep my head above the tide.

Hauntings... of bad decisions.

Experiences, that forge my life into,
the golden peaceful light of knowing,
of sharing, of loving, of giving,
of forgiveness, of acceptance,
of just plain living.

My past is haunting me.

Forever guiding me,
Into my,
'Destiny of Greatness'