Into the long hallway of memories
There comes a ghost with a tricky mind.
Someone said it never happened,
Yet I know the travel occurred.
During the season of the ancestors
My orange, black, and blue reflections contain many doors.
I emerge with scars, victorious.
Discussion: I have paranormal memories from childhood (and into adulthood) that can’t be confirmed by anyone else. This doesn’t mean the memories are faulty. I no longer doubt my own experiences. As I delve into continuing the memoir writing process the challenge is to forge ahead and get the thoughts and events down, regardless of what other people may or may not accept as truth. Later on, I shared some events with other people who enjoyed reflecting because they also had, and currently have experiences. What a relief! Writing the truth is a battle between feeling despair and being a champion of courage.
Journal prompt: Write about what certain memories mean to you. Have you ever experienced the paranormal? What comes to mind when you think of doorways and halls?
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