Origin-Less Ghosts

im dwindling down

into a wound up thread

and my shrinking heart
is where i hold the things i lost

they rush towards life
like blood from a cut
glorious and whole
their entire existence

origin-less ghosts
i feel mourning inside me
like dark waves
that swell in my wounds

and they move within me
beginning as fate
then consuming
my deepest truths

and it is from these wounds i bloom
from the shadows of flaw
and the frames that tie
my earliest beginnings

and you can hear them calling
from back at the shore

where their cries

still go unheard

and their power lies in truth
as they loosen their grip from pain

drenched in their own blood

and breaking chains

but they will not scare me now

and i will bring them to you

if you let me.