A ghost has visited me

in the morning around three.

The memories she shared

she claimed would set me free.

My eyes welled with tears

my soul filled with new fears.

Agony filled my very core

with wails awakening my husband’s sleeping ears.

Now that I know this ghost is here

I cannot make her disappear.

Her weekly reveals

reverberate everywhere.

For she is me

and we

are tied to one another.

Our trauma makes us three.

A ghost has visited us

in the morning, as she must.

The memories she shared

I now must learn to trust.