Dear ghost,
There is a lost strength that is buried deep in me. I hold no power to elegantly carry my life. I am no paramour of hope. I am no paramount of grace. But I have the power to hold my fear. If I am the cause of my grief, I shall be the cause of my strength. I only have to thwart myself. It is I who I must conquer. Though it remains the hardest, it will be the easiest task. Firstly, i shall believe I have the light in me. Thus, i shall seize it. Then I shall suck the honey out of life. It shall be sweeter than love. For I shall love life so much, it will have no desire but to love me back.
Yours even as I fear to be.