You are not the ghost standing
in mirrors in yellow-lit bathrooms
You are not the ghost materializing
in and out of this goddamn world
You are not the ghost holding breath
at the end of a razor
that ghost does not define you
You are the Spirit in white dancing
with sunflowers in the sunlight
You are the spirit reflected
(that others hope to reflect)
You are the spirit walking
with confident stride
You have known Sadness and
your relationship may be as intimate as ever but
the fact that you came into this world
crying
does not make your birth any less of a miracle
You are not a ghost
You are a Spirit
and the Sadness was never your creator
mikkiaaron 