Let Me Introduce Myself, Spiritual One

You have made it over to the other side safely, I see.

I hear you moaning in my ear, trying to find your voice.

I did not call you to me here, you came to talk to me.

So, why not tell me now, was it an accident or a choice?

Did you really think I’d wait for you to give me a peek?

Inside of your thoughts, inside of that insane mind?

I have witnessed it all, I still see the havoc you wreak.

It was never hidden well, you’re missing parts left behind.

I knew you would return to me, the only one who can hear

You screaming to be heard, silenced with whispers of a name.

If you lean in and paint with words, pictures might appear,

There are no images of those you forgive or those you blame.

So, who would you like to speak to directly? Or no one at all?

Are you practicing for the moment you have something to say?

You shouldn’t have to watch your step, there is nowhere to fall,

No one will ever again answer the phone to come out and play.

There is no heaven, that is the bad news, you have it made.

And, there is no hell, the good news, there is no price to pay.

Seems strange to be in the company of souls that never fade

Into oblivion. Nope, everyone there has something to say.

Looking for an ear like mine, who can hear them cry out.

It seems strange standing next to the man who killed that child.

You recognize his energy, his essence as it spreads without

Any remorse or reparations, no judgement for those you reviled.

That isn’t the way it works after you die, find that illusive veil,

Step through it, see your life pass before you over and over again,

Then you must feel all the pain you caused in precise detail,

Until you have it memorized, you cannot breathe it out, just in.

No, we are ready to talk about whatever you choose to talk about.

But, before we do, there are some rules you must abide by here.

In my realm of the living. You can talk and cry, but never shout,

You cannot pull my life force from me trying to reappear.

You are physically gone now. The only thing that remains the same,

You can find moments of deep clarity that will cause you to remember.

And, your history with those left behind, the ones who know your name,

Including her, she hurt you enough to end it all, you cannot condemn her.

Let me introduce myself to you, I am the one you use to communicate,

I’m a medium, spiritual one, a necromancer if you come when I call.

You must ask before entering or be patient, remain silent and wait,

Perhaps you will come to me when I’m ready, if you come at all.

 M Teresa Clayton