June 17, 2025

Reflection #7 Hauntings

Beginning Again: Reflection #7  The Hauntings

Some nights,
I wake
to the hum
of memory’s projector—
rewind,
play,
rewind again.

Old scenes flicker,
sharp-edged moments
still stinging.
Uninvited,
they return.

I rise,
sip water
like a sacrament.
The past—
I meet the woman I was.

She whispers in the shadows
“Don’t betray me.
I did the best I could

for who I was in the moment.”

At 3:00 a.m.,
I remind myself:
everyone I love is safe.

I pull the blanket

over my shoulders,
loosen my grip
on the stories,
and let them
drift
into
the dark.