Stalker
The spectre of your memory haunts me less with every year.
Those things I feared so long ago, I no longer fear.
I do not flinch in public when I think I see your face.
No resemblance flags my terror as I wander place to place.
To reinforce my courage, I have wiped you from my mind,
changed my modus operandi to avoid your type and kind.
Although you haunt my past, you have no presence in the present,
where I admit your absence is what makes my life so pleasant.
Today’s prompt words are flag, public, spectre and reinforce. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/rdp-tuesday-flag/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/10/23/fowc-with-fandango-public/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/spectre/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/10/21/daily-addictions-2018-week-42/reinforce
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Suitably chilling. 🙂
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Scary-looking photo, Judy.
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To me, the photo, which I love, love, love…along with the poem says, “Victory!!!”
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I don’t think I was ever stalked, but I was sometimes “followed around.” But they were harmless guys who just hoped if they happened to be around one day when I was seriously lonely …
The spectres I see are people who have died, but look just like them. I see them out of the corner of my eye and by the time I get a clearer look they are gone. Spectre or ghost?
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I have this happening as well, Marilyn, but only with my deceased husband.
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