Captive

It's during night time: The ghosts -
they come to haunt where the light does not reach

Tears try in vain to wash away
unwanted memories and things left unsaid

She does not know what it is
about night time and its blue drapes

A hungry child emerges from her chest
as if the inner tides could not lull it to sleep -

a teething heart that aches with growing pains
and unanswered prayers

In the day, she is a young woman
with her head held high

The head: A hollow cage where ghosts gather
holding her heart captive

The heart: A lively puppy wagging her tail at the sun,
licking the face of the day

The brain: It holds on to the hurt
even when the heart is ready to run and play.