I am a Ghost

I am a ghost

I am silent and clear

People look past me, not at me

I can be seen out of the corner of your eye, but you never look to see if I’m really there


I am a ghost

It takes all of my energy and my strength to become audible

And even then, I am but a whisper on your ears

My voice is just dismissed as the wind


I am a ghost

I am the one who spends quality time with the backs of your heads

I am the one whose feelings are traded in for football games

I am the one who knows first hand that you don’t need superpowers to become invisible


I am a ghost

I am only seen

I am only heard

When I become a malevolent poltergeist

When I make myself known by smashing the plates in your kitchen

When I make my voice heard by shrieking and howling

When I am no longer a ghost but a monster



I am a ghost.

Brenna Fitzmaurice

Originally appeared in the 2013-2014 edition of Outside In