To sit with uncertainty
Here amidst the ruins of
The person I was
Someone better
Lives here now
Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses
Change forms as they stalk the future
They’ve no place haunting
But those, red in tooth and claw,
They fail to learn from history
My victories, come at a cost,
I get on with the work
Arms not too tired
To hold the sword
Above my head
I live, able to do anything
Quiet
Gentle
Strong
Except where I’ve shown
The last few hungry ghosts
And in the revelation
Came the ways in which
They are defeated
A slow learner, yes
But a sure one
In
All
The ways
Which matter
MB Blissett 