Trapped In The Margins

I was named after the strongest women that my father knew.

Two forces worked their way through my veins.

Two storms that could never be quieted.

The ghost of one began to slowly break through my skin.

I had been marked.

There is no way to shake the weight of the dead from my skin.

The marks were so subtle that I never noticed.

Now, I look in the mirror and I see a stranger.

No.

I see a ghost.

It’s never been just a name.

It’s reincarnation

and it’s killing me.