The Hamlet Project

Hamlet is talking to the ghost of his father.
I am talking to the ghost of my ambition.
It has risen from its tomb to chide me.
It finds me negligent in doing its will.
I try to excuse myself, to dismiss this insistent ghost –
I tell it I have gone as far as I can go,
That I have done eveything in my power
That it must make peace with what is,
That it is dead and I am where I will likely always be.
The ghost shakes its head and something stirs in me.
Its gory locks shake something loose in me
Something that wants to shoot skyward like a firework.
It’s not quite ready to blow but the ghost can see it
And it’s getting out a box of matches to light the fuse of the rocket.