ghosts in my mind

I chose myself
in a garden of secrets,
walking out through doors,
returning through windows.

Whispers swayed
like leaves exhaling
a silence never meant
to be heard in storms.

Truths clung
to the soles of my bare feet,
a shadow I stepped into
and still can’t shake.

A ghost rests inside my mind,
quietly holding
the words we never said.

I became an almost-everything,
felt, not seen,
with each breath,
each step,

like the slow rise of the sun
after a long, cold winter’s night.