I see more and more people chasing fantasies and lies, fed to them by others that travel these roads. The belief ‘if we had just a little more money, a little more time, a little more of what the neighbors have,’ then life would be perfect and we would be just fine. The problem with this is its never enough. Opportunities come knocking, yet the door remains closed. With mindsets unchanged life marches on all the while we’re believing the lie – just a little more whatever and I will be just fine. From somewhere deep inside a voice silently screams, ‘Wait, thats not true’, yet I continue on. Then without a thought, that voice is gone. I see many others walking this way yet no one even bothers to warn another. How can this be?
I flinch and see movement in the back of my mind and fear takes hold with an unbreakable grip as one morning I realize my broken promises are now just the ghosts in my mind. The promises made to those I love most are left unfulfilled and will remain that way. I try chasing them down to repair those holes but like fog in the night I get lost on the way. The streets of my mind are now filled with ghosts and those ghosts never known. These ghosts seem to haunt me by leaving behind bittersweet thoughts of promises not kept and relationships not real. Those gifts, those people given long ago I now only see walking the streets of my mind. I now realize that yesterday’s streets can’t be walked today and the pain I feel begs for escape while the tears flow heavily streaking my face. That door closed softly and there is no way back.
The tears flow heavily and I can’t seem to breathe as I begin to realize those ghosts are the ones that I love most. I sit here alone replaying the past while silently begging ‘Oh, please won’t you stop?’ The responses given are echoes of the past. These ghosts in my mind are fragments of people – people I loved but never knew. If given one wish I would turn back time and cherish every moment spent with my loves. But, in cases like this that gut wrenching pain comes from empty places on the streets of my mind. Those relationships promised then abandoned at sea with me as the captain, the captain of loss.
Time marches on waiting for no one while I stutter and pray for one last reprieve. Those promises made that will never be kept because the ghosts in my mind are simply not real. They walk back and forth through the streets of my mind but I can never quite grasp them as they slip quietly by. Like sand in an hourglass they slip through my hold and I can only watch with gut wrenching pain.
Life can be cruel but that choice is ours. Those ghosts in our minds don’t have to be ours. The choice now knocks at the door of your mind. It’s really quite simple, but what will you choose?
When God Speaks 
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