Each time a choice is made, there’s a glimpse of the alternative.
Each time a choice is right, there’s a glimpse of the wrong.
Each time a choice is wrong, there’s an encore of pain.
An encore of pain, showing a glimpse of everything you thought you knew.
An encore of pain, questioning every move you make forward, even then it’s a backslide.
An encore of pain, shattering pain reminding you of a choice.
Shattering pieces of the soul get scattered into life.
Shattering pieces of dreams get scattered into reality.
Shattering pieces of the heart scattered never to be whole.
The heart remembers the pain, the dreams remember the hope, and the soul remembers it all.
The pain becomes a lesson, the dreams become ghosts haunting, and the soul begins to pull together shattering pieces.
The ghosts of dreams intertwine into the present.
The lessons of pain impact the hopes of any future.
The memories of the soul hide beneath the surface, just past the lessons of pain and the ghosts of dreams.
So many things come down to a matter of choice, often misinformed and never understood.
Unprepared for survival, unexpectedly still making it day to day, and unwavering memories of a shattering choice.
