I used to be a ghost,
pale shell of my former and current self. My skin was white. Shiny without a hint of a tan colour, even after hours in the piercing sun. Skin used to cling to the bones in my body, showing all that was underneath. No amount of foods would or could hide the shrinking body that I felt. So sick all the time even as I slept and rested for days. I wished for the strength that would never come. Could not recognize myself in the reflective mirror. Mind was playing tricks while tired, not thinking. It hurt so much. Rebuilding from the shell of my former self took time. Digging out from a sickness that has taken a spirit I had almost forgotten. The ghost in me slowly took time to fully breath life. Happiness, contentment rediscovered by strengthening thoughts on a solitary path. Now I hold onto what will not be compromised so I never see the ghost That was once me. August 19, 2017 © Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2017
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