Originally Published 04/25/2024

100 ghosts are haunting me

Not fifty, seventy-five, thirty, or three.

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Each one takes up its own space

With different expressions upon their face

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A snarky smirk or frown for a while

A look of anger or crooked smile

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Why are they here what do they want

Can’t they find another to haunt

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I’d ask them all but they don’t say

Why they never go away

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I should hire a medium to take a look

Or tell me why they continue to spook

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But the spiritual world is a closed book

And as a mortal I’m afraid to look

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So I found my answer in the end

Rather than fight them, embrace them friends

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As my logical conclusion is here

The ghosts all start to disappear

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First smirky, fearful, then happy and mad

Next nervous, thoughtful, then silly and sad

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Each ghostly apparition leaves

Taking along their gown and sleeves

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As they’re gone I realize the key

Each of the ghosts was an aspect of me

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Emotions can be scary but never fear

There’s a hundred feelings for everyone here.

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So next time when adversity has you thrown

Think of those chalky friends and you won’t be alone.

-aaa