I see ghosts
Not really, but really
Rarely…but too often

They dance, they smirk…
They shimmer as they levitate atop sloping shoulders,
Or,
Peer out from behind the ears of my patients

They shush me…
And beseech me to be quiet…to not warn them of their presence
They want …company

I close my eyes and banish them …for a moment
As I teach and educate and warn and shout out alarms about the
light approaching and piercing through the darkness

Some listen and absorb and struggle and shrug off chains of ignorance
and depression and trauma…
Others stare wearily, warily and remain…frozen

I see ghosts
They seem me
….Pistols are raised at dawn