The longing for things that you could not have,
the yearning for places you were not destined to arrive.
Wistful memories of what was not ever meant to be.
Regret for not being who you thought you would become.
These hallucinations of the osul are agnoizing prisoners
that must be pardoned and released.
Clear the room.
Open the door and let them leave.
And in this space, you'll pain a glorious existence
of being here with presence and contentment
for what truly is a relevant and meaningful life. - Susan Frybort
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