The Haunting

The Haunting

How quickly the ghost of my Self   
runs past my open door,
hoping I won’t see her
and try to stop her.
She seeks higher ground,
away from my rising river of fears
that will drown us both if she falters.
A tunnel curves through the darkness
and illuminates the way.
But no blinding light waits at the end
to guide her – just more tunnel,
carving a path to the hereafter.


Cynthia Pitman

I am a retired high school English teacher. I began writing again this past summer after a 30-year hiatus. I have recently had poetry published in Vita BrevisPostcard Poems and ProseRight Hand PointingEkphrastic ReviewLiterary Yard, Amethyst ReviewAdelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Leaves of Ink, Third Wednesday, and Mused. I have had fiction published in Red Fez, Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art and Dual Coast Magazine. My first poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books.

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