7d • General discussion
Ghost In The Room
Dear Ghost in the Room
You don’t announce yourself.
You never did.
You live in the corners
in the pause before I sit down,
in the chair I don’t choose,
in the way my body still orients
around something that isn’t there anymore.
You aren’t memory exactly.
You’re residue.
The afterimage of what once had power over me.
The echo that stays
even after the sound is gone.
I used to think you meant something was wrong
that your presence was a sign
I hadn’t healed enough,
hadn’t prayed hard enough,
hadn’t let go correctly.
But I’m learning something quieter.
You linger
because you mattered.
Because something real passed through here
and left a shape.
That doesn’t mean you still get to rule the room.
There was a time when you decided everything
where I stood,
what I said,
how small I made myself to keep the peace.
Back then, I mistook endurance for obedience.
Silence for wisdom.
Disappearing for faith.
You benefited from that confusion.
But I’m not gone anymore.
I sit where I want now.
I speak at my own pace.
I leave lights on.
I open windows.
And when you show up,
I don’t flinch.
I don’t argue either.
I acknowledge you
then return my attention
to the weight of my body in the chair,
to breath moving in and out,
to the fact that I am still here.
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”- (Psalm 23:4)
It doesn’t say the shadow disappears.
Only that it no longer gets the final word.
So yes
you still linger.
But so do I.
And this room
is learning the difference.
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Ghost In The Room
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