Ghost

I am a ghost, I am beyond the reach of others, I am lost, but yet, I know where I am, I am nothing, I don't belong anywhere, and yet I can fake and fit anywhere, I am no more than a ghost. I can be anyone, or no one, everything or nothing, I have felt the fears of war and the pain of loss, I know betrayal like few others, and so I understand the pain that people go through. But I, I am only a ghost.

I will continue to hide behind the facade that is my outer self, and smile for the masses, i will hide behind the joy of others, and bite my lip till it bleeds, never shall tears show to anyone, all that they will know is an empty shell, for I am imprisoned within my soul, held back by the heavy chains of pain of sorrow.

Maybe someday I can break out of the prison that is my soul, until then I am but mealy a ghost, someone who passes through, some one you cannot forget, but can never remember, much like a shadow, I am not but a ghost. A ghost of what used to be.

I have seen many thing. I have seen War, I have seen women weep form fear. I have seen Drought, I have seen men struggle through the tough times. I have seen Death, I have witnessed the pain and suffering brought on by the passing of a loved one, and I stood by them and wept, but it was for them. I can cry no tears of my own, I am a ghost.

I have seen the trials of many. I have known the fears of the children as they have seen their mother weep for fear of the money she owes, as they have seen their father struggle to find a job when there are none. I whispered words of encouragement, promised things would get better with faith, and then, like a shadow, I was gone. I am a ghost.

Have I helped anyone, I cannot say, have I hurt anyone, I do not know. I try not to look back as the world behind me fades into nothing. Where I am from, I do not wish to recall, where I shall go, I am not to know. I am but a ghost.

And maybe someday when these chains break I can sing like the birds, float on a warm breeze like a butterfly. I can be human, feel true pain again, and really know the touch of another, know love, joy, maybe I can truly live. But until then I am but a ghost, a ghost of what could be.

Reviews

[LuLuIcey]

I like your story! Maybe ghost mean nothing to others, but it DID exist. Someone in the world is suffering from that, I could tell and no one is caring them. There is 'ghost ' in our life, just not much figure it out.

[Kitalia Emme]

Thank you! I am glad you found so much meaning in this!