The Ghost Poem

<The Ghost Poem>

Bad times in your life

Times you want to forget

Times you want to erase

And removed from your mind

Times not able to remove

Stuck, unmovable

Controlling your mind

Unstoppable, uncontrollable

To stand up again

To smile again

To prove again

That you are happy

The problem is

Just that you have solved it

Does not mean

That you have erased it

Lying on the ground

Not knowing what to do

To erase it

To remove it from your mind

When a hand appears

Saying to hold

To trust

To believe

You don’t want to hold

The unknown hand

Trying to help you

Appearing from nowhere

When you rely on the hand

When you finally grasp the hand

You will realize

It’s just what you have been waiting for

The pressure

The voice of darkness

It just disappears

It just vanishes

Like it was waiting for this

All those secrets

All those things that pressed you

Can be vanished

By just a small talk

The power

The greatness

Of friends

Of helpers

When you fall

You must stand up

When you trip

You must stand up

Because if you stand up

You will see

A hand of help

A hand to pull you out from the darkness

Now stand up

And look around

Because somewhere hidden

There will be a hand waiting for you