Ghosts Over My Shoulder

Walking down the hall, all those ghosts following behind. Faces of dreams and wishes; clinging to my garments. I cheat myself; I dream and don’t believe reality. Those words “maybe” and “someday” whisper little doubts in my ears; I can’t let go of all these people. I’m still hanging on like they’re gonna turn around.
The teakettle whistles in the kitchen, and calls my name, but I feel like I’m chained to this seat- like my legs are nothing but bags filled with sand. I haven’t known what I felt or what I wanted for a long time; and I’m tired of making decisions. Everything is vague, like a vapor. I must feel nothing, but why does my heart beat this way in my chest?
What a way to start off a new week; feeling emotionally put out and weak. I’ll cling to my Jesus; He’ll give me strength. I can’t tell people things; I’ll tell the Savior who already knows and still holds out His arms to me. Because He’ll never let me go; no matter how dark the horizon looms. I’m so small, and can’t see above the thunderheads, but He is so tall, He can see the light above them, the beauty behind them, the peace in the midst of them. So I’ll trust Him again; I’ll take His hand again.