Ghost

I saw my ghost lurking in my past regrets
The body I once buried,
It looked at me with surprise in its eyes,
A flicker of regret peeking from the shadows.

She dragged herself toward me,
Fingers trembling as they touched my hands,
Expecting scars,
But finding them healed, glowing in a way she never imagined.

She held my hands in silent awe,
And whispered, "I'm glad you killed me."
Her limbs still bound to the pain,
Anchored to the place I used to hate.

Tears welled in my eyes,
Not for who she was,
But for who she could never be.

Guilt approached, but I didn’t stay.
I walked away, then ran.
Then my pace quickened,
Leaving her behind,
In the graveyard of my past self.

I was born after I was killed.
A life reclaimed, held firmly in my hands.
A promise whispered to the wind,
To fulfill the purpose she never could.

And now, every morning,
She stares at me from the mirror,
Not haunting,
But proud, to the moon and back.

My reflection smiles,
It has been freed.
The future was in her hands from then.

                                                                                                            Isla Noctara