Ghosts In My Soul... Poem by christopher murphy

Silently they stir from the shadows of my soul.
The early hours greet them,
as they gather in abundance.
They grow in strength and emotion,
as the hours tick on.
Like flag waving protesters,
they try to burst through my wall of contentment.
Angry at being forgotten,
they disrupt my sleep.
Scavenging for snippets of uncertainty,
to grasp on to.
But i hold firm against their will.
I do not fear them,
often i will call upon them,
to help me with my journey.
For although they are poison,
they bring life experience,
and a calmness with them.
That only those in the know,
could understand.
As the first rays of dawn penetrate my eyes,
they dropp their protests,
to return to their lairs,
to await another restless night.