I'm closing the chapter between a ghost and a heart. To start a new book amongst me, myself and I.
Pouring my pain like ink on a digital canvas, was a blessing that healed all my itchy wounds and cracks.
Like all warships, there're soldiers, bloodshed and warriors. Like all hardships, there are lessons, hurdles and reasons.
That ghost left earlier than a hen that cackles in the morning. He left behind an imprint, a strength I never knew was twinkling within.
If you've been shattered like a wine glass on a white wooden floor, the stain that remains is your holy grail. A reminder of the past but your faith in grace.