GHOST

The sound of lightning announces a rain of the past.

Brings back today a story from a soul suffering of betrayed love.

I listened to him so many times as he painted the image of other women in his words; Every word was pronounced so vividly. I felt the presence of that woman next to me in every conversation I had with him. Energetically, I was invited in every conversation in a monologue about his ex girlfriends.

I felt then that in any contest in which I would like to know his soul, I would participate for 2nd place; I was looking at the first place, the main role was occupied by different women who represented his past. I watched them with envy and hatred as they were adored, loved and desired by every cell of his body, by every drop of his soul.And then I started the fight; I dressed in armor and started to fight; With prototypes, ideas, ways of loving, past betrayals. I juggle between the role of a soldier and that of a doctor. I dressed his past wound with love and gentleness and took out my sword to fight with his ex girlfriends;

After I finished I felt exhausted, drained of any energy or soul from me; My gaze was looking again towards the first place where after I finished defeating one dragon of the past, another came.

The few moments of hope and shivers of love made me feel like a cornerman in the first place in the soul of the man I thought I loved. That hope became the energy that helps me get up the next day with the two suits on, the heavy armor of a soldier and the white coat of a doctor.

The days continued like this for several years; My soul was starting to decay, I was like a broken tooth that you forgot to wash on time and anyway you know you have to replace it with an implant. There is nothing to be saved, the actions have intensely damaged my energy in the relationship.

I had started my shift as a soldier-doctor without much enthusiasm, listening to the same stories told with the energy of the day. In silence, I looked at his words. We were both the same! Then I looked on the sofa as I sat and listened to him. I was in the arms of my ex. I got up and shook myself as if waking up from a bad dream. Everything that disgusted me about him I was doing as well. I was stuck in the past with my ex boyfriend as well.

Then without explanation I ended the discussions and woke up in my reality.

The time has come to clean myself up.
The ghost of the past had gone to her home.