Ghost of myself

I, woke up and wrote a poem for the first time in ages so it's probably a bit rough but...It's called:

Ghost of myself.

I woke up in the morning back into the fray, My body felt like it was slippping away. And then my sight became, so clear, Felt like I could see through here, and it all, All made sense, when I looked down at myself. A clear white mist to fill me, I wonder what I could have been. Guess I'll stay here in this scene, stay here, here- I quickily went into the air, without a sense of care. The clouds paved my way up in there, before I fell yet again. The lands I saw through, I felt as if they were all so plain. I quickly halted before, seeing something more, something closer to my heart, don't know where to start. A broken mirror to peer within, each piece imparting more of me to begin to wonder, what I could have been, if I could be akin to someone that you love. What do I even love, what do I even do when faced with a form that's not me that you think of? The sense of my weight came back into play as I felt this form begin to be torn away. What would happen to me, what would I be left when my eyes close shut for the day! Wonder if I'd remember every me, wonder if this me would even leave a sort of legacy? Wondering so hard of me, didn't even feel that the darkness even be. A cradle so soft like the sea, before a bright light quickly intervened. The world around me looked so clear, felt as if here was some how much more real. Then I looked down at myself and saw all of me, and then I felt free.