Living With The Dead

I've been like this since I was a child.
I see bright lights glowing around people.
I have nightmares of bad things happening
to people I care about that have come true.
I know things that I should have no way of knowing.
I feel at times I'm losing my mind, yet
I know it's all very real.
When I was five, I had a dream
my grandfather would die, and the next day he did.
I remember being sad and alone, but all was not lost because
I knew he was with me.
He sat at the edge of my bed while I was sleeping.
For years I would know his presence, until he went into the light.
Even then I felt he was near.
I was scared to tell people because they would have thought I was a freak, and I may have tended to agree, for
you see, I'm living with the dead.

I have nightmares in my mind all the time.
I hear voices when no one else is around.
I see people I don't know, who have passed on, wanting my help.
Some are sad
some are angry
some are lost and want to cross into the light.

I have visions of the spirits 
deepest darkest secrets that fill my heart.
I feel the pain and suffering that
tears them up inside.
Tortured souls,
that have regrets of lost dreams, and
unfulfilled desires.
It's hard to live when you see death all around you.

I've felt like giving up,
of closing the door on them, but
as the years pass, 
I am slowly coming to terms with my ability
which I called madness before, but now it is a gift.
I no longer cry as I know I am helping people.
I assist the living in finding solace and comfort,
letting them know their loved ones are still around.
I mend the spirits once shattered lives to that of hope
and ease their pain to find peace and rest.
I find their way back home.
We will all go home one day.
My life is a contradiction,
I'm alive but
I'm living with the dead.