Phantoms of the Night

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Writing poetry in the middle of the night because reflux is keeping you awake has its nuances, especially when you are on retreat with several mutual mentors who are also therapists!

Here’s the poem:
Phantoms of the night
Gather around my bed
Whispering anxieties and “what ifs”
They scoff at my commands of dismissal
So perhaps I should befriend them
“No way,” they say, and disappear into the ether.

A remaining question to ponder: are those so gathered angels or demons?

Published by wonderingpilgrim

Okay Boomer - that I am. But not one of them know-it-all ones! Still learning that the more I know, the more I have yet to learn. What I do know, however, I know well.

2 thoughts on “Phantoms of the Night

    1. So now I must choose between angels, demons and an ego that is either wounded or feisty or both? O wretched man that I am – who will save me from this body of disintegration? Only the integrating energy of the living Christ! Thanks Gordon. 🙂

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