Facing the Ghosts (a poem)

He destroys something beautiful
Like us, he commits a grave sin
Like us, he has a demon within
His ugliness is indisputable

Who is this grave sinner?
This phantom of the night?
We see him, then take flight
Wherever we go, he lingers

We must face these ghosts
Understand their place in life
Stare into their evil eyes
Face the emotions they evoke

For this demon is our dark side
The parts we like to repress
If this dark side isn’t addressed
Our selves will stay at a divide

(Photo by ALEXANDRE LALLEMAND on Unsplash)

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