Cold walk in the morning

Bracing winds–why did I wear shorts?

Bright sun does not find
My heart, darkened by yesterday’s storm.

Narratives of vicious injustice…
“Is that so?”

Feeling again self-righteous
“Is that so?”

Imagined confrontations–
Short cruel enjoyment
But long lasting frustration.

Detach from the narrative;

You tell your story,
And it should be one
Of joyful letting-go.

"The Walk-Falling Leaves" by Vincent van Gogh (1889)
“The Walk-Falling Leaves” by Vincent van Gogh (1889)
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