Haiku 14-All My Ghosts

all my ghosts
moaning
pounding at the door —
Let’s set the table.

Mini-Commentary:

Ghosts aren’t comfortable. Their moaning and pounding at the doors of my mind, soul and heart make me want to run away. This haiku expresses how I face those ghosts born from seasons of grief.

But sometimes, these ghosts are not here to torture me. What if my ghosts are simply hungry? Not starving for a taste of my flesh, but instead craving for the attention I refuse to give them.

Maybe they aren’t here to harm me.

Perhaps they just want me to listen to them. To hear the words of hurt, pain or rejection that they long to speak back to me.

They simply want to be heard. They simply want me to release them from the silence I’ve imposed upon them.

And perhaps, the bravest thing I can do is this: set the table.

It’s time to invite them over for a heart-to-heart chat.

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