love, masculinity, poetry

Wrestling Ghosts

Nothing you’ve done

Has been in expectation

Of reward

But you earn your place there

And the ghosts linger

Their parentage unknown

Past, present and future

Some of them wear your father’s face

And whisper shame into your bones

But you know your power

Sometimes fragile

And you are resolute

A coiled mastery of self

Which falters and you fear

Such missteps are cause for


But beneath there is pain

Rage and you keep those demons

In the bone classroom

They teach you

How to kill the ghosts

Say their name

Speak their fears rather than yours

You love bright and brilliant

And if you get it wrong

Then perfection itself is a glistening dream

You are everything you promised

Dispatched and arriving in stages

If only someone has the strength

To love past the lows

Back upwards into the light



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