The Ghost Of You Poem by Eugene Carlo Salonga

The sky is empty and everything is just pitch black.
I neither can move forward nor turn back.
I'm so lost at this very moment and I don't know what to do.
I'm having difficulty shaking off the ghost of you.

I tried to move forward but you're the one pulling me back to the place I hate.
It's getting darker here and I'm supposed to be somewhere. Now I'm late.
Worst, is not that I'm being pulled back but more of I can't move at all.
It would have been better to hit my head a hundred times to a wall.

Then one day I made a breakthrough, I moved an inch or a step.
I struggled, crawled, stumbled, floundered and forced myself to move until I wept.
It didn't matter if I got bloodied and wounded as long as I got free.
It was bloody, it was messy, it was an ugly sight to see.

Days and months have passed I was nearly losing hope.
Why was it so hard the break lose from your tightly tied rope?
Alas! I saw a glimmer of light and it's getting near.
I finally moved away, scarred and bruised, from a place that has instilled in me fear.

I was jovial, free and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After months of struggle I'm finally free from the shackles of grief.
Before I was like a warrior petrified by the powers of Medusa's gaze.
Now, I can freely choose my desired path after escaping that deadly maze.

I can still see the place where I'm supposed to be but it's different from before.
To get there I don't have to take the old path anymore.
There are new paths presenting different kinds of adventures and quests.
Free from the shackles, I can now choose which path for me is the best.

Right now getting to my destination can wait for a little while.
Scarred and bruised I now move towards a new adventure with a genuine smile.
I don't know what's waiting for me but knowing everything isn't fun.
As long as I can move forward and the ghost of you is now gone.