Of Many Voices

at times
it speaks with the voice of a young child
gentle and quiet and
soft like rose petals and just as beautiful

and sometimes it shouts
its voice loud and furious
and hard like the wall it tries to knock me into

but it can sound sad too
its voice brittle with the breaths of ghosts
and i hear it and think
of times when i felt that way too
when i felt like i was a ghost

tonight it is not gentle
it is furious
and there are ghosts outside my window
reaching through the window casing
to touch me with their cold fingers

but they cannot
and as i watch this invisible spectre
dance through the winter night
i think instead of the morning
and how beautiful the world will look
in its white dress

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