October 1, 2008
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I find myself
ever reminded that other people
are living.
The thought of truly beingalive,
to move, to breathe, to know:
it is a punchin the gut
for those of us who are ghosts,flat figments,
never believing that there isa niche
that can support this fight.© JODI ANDERSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Comments (12)
If ghosts are aware, they think therefore they are, surely?
Oooh, I like this. and I LOVE your profile pic!!
your hair was so short then...
i always liked this poem
It can't be any fun, being a ghost, and not being able to find a place to rest, to fit in, to live and not just exist. Interesting pic, blurred with tattered edges. And the words are bittersweet, of one who once was.
Ava
love it! =)
We've all played that field before
Love this....
just wonderful.
You do have a way of expressing yourself.
Have a great pain free day!!!
@Queen_Tina - You are one of the most supportive people around, Tina. I really appreciate that. Thank you.
I think, perhaps, there isn't a more fitting image for this poem.
It is! It is binary! Whoot!
You so rock. I can't believe I did not notice your titles until now.
Love that shirt description, by the way.
flesh and blood, baby...
you have GOT it.
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