​I was haunted by apparitions
of my once and future selves.
Dressed in finer expectations
and threadbare regrets.
No one believed they existed,
yet they were real to me.
No matter how much I smudged,
the spirits stalked my dreams,
insisting that I do something other,
but whatever I do, I’m still what I see.
The where, with what, in whose company.
I find that at my center, I am all that I can be.
Just me.
M. Zane McClellan
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