I feel them watching me

Hanging out in the corners

of the shadows gazing

through me, between me.

I feel them transmitting,

attempting to influence me.

They are guidance counselours,

not exactly like angels, not

exactly like ghosts.

They want to instruct me,

guide me away from the

deep hole of self loathing.

They follow me around,

leading like puppeteers

to the mirrors they want

me to pore through until

I recognize myself.

Copyright Heather Prudence Davis