It can be freeing
To stop in a moment of remembering
Catch yourself at it
And label it for what it is
Then return to the present.
This remembering, imagining
Can relive the good
Or dwell in bad and build unease
Like sickness
And both can hurt
Dreams and possibilities
Built without intention or action
Lack foundation so completely
And yet wrap layers of trappings
Insulation that mutes reality
Diluting life
Guilt, regret, embarrassment,
Pain, longing, sadness
Anxiety and dread
Can serve a purpose, But beyond this point
Serve only to degrade and poison
Binding with hesitation, worry,
Self - hating, doubting,
Circling and sickening
Dwelling in fantasy
Or punishing thoughts repeating
Trap and separate, stall, pulling down
When we'd flourish with a little pruning
And a lot of light
Care is more complex than that
And growth takes many paths
But living is necessary
To find the worth in more
Than an experience of stasis
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