Connecting and understanding

I watched the movie "The Doors".  It was a movie  about Jim Morrison's life.  As short as his time on earth was.  He left his mark.  He was a poet, songwriter, singer and so much more.  His heartbreak was woven amongst the words that he put down on paper.  The pain and tears intertwined with each syllable.  It was as if he was speaking to me.  I felt that I understood his grief.  It was as if there was some kind of invisible connection.
When a person is haunted by things that they have seen or experienced in their lives.  Haunted by things that come out in the form of nightmares, in the wee hours of the morning. That is when the poet takes over.  That is when the only way to release the pain seems to be in the form of a heartbreaking melody.
When some people write, they hide the true meaning by mixing it up a little. With some truth and a little fiction.  Or maybe by using symbolism. I know this because I have been there.  I wrote a poem about a strangler that came out at midnight.  In reality it had nothing to do with a killer.  Not the man killer that I wrote about but about suicide.  Many times there are hidden messages and you can find them if you know where to look.
Jim seemed to be haunted by the death of the medicine man that he saw by the side of the road.  I believe he was the rider on the storm.  The ghost that was embedded in his memory.  In his darkest dreams. The one thing drugs and alcohol could not cover up or erase.
If you think about it.  Don't we all have those spectres peering into our lives from the dark recesses of our past?  The thing that we can not escape from.  Fear, hurt, betrayal, mockery, torture, belittling, bullying and much more.  If you have these things tormenting you.  Find someone to talk to.  Someone you can trust and who will listen.  This is a great start.