your regrets and disappointments,
let them go
missteps and infelicities,
cast them aside
indiscretions of the past mean nothing now
and if you insist on lugging them along
in some ersatz act of Sisyphusian heroics
your feet will fail you
and you may never arrive
leaking baggage is no longer de rigueur
as proof of your wounded eccentricities,
the weight of these badges has inspissated your soul!
elevate yourself
let each sodden sack tumble over the transom
these millstones are no longer yours to carry
place your struggle on the ground before you
and walk away
bundle your ancient shame in a canvas bag
loosen it from your shoulder
and drop it on the doorstep of Creation
it is none of your business who picks it up
do not look back,
retrain your gaze
the old holds nothing for you now!
you need not watch in morbid fascination
as it sputters and spins itself out of existence
your eyes were given to see so much more
divest yourself of the accumulated wreckage of life
and its propensity to drag you to the dungeon,
the light of all that is good and true
sweeps the endless horizon in illuminative glory,
searching out the intrepid spirit
that lies beneath your ragged heart
prepare to receive the outpourings of love
words divinely wrought 
Janet,
You are so very welcome. Funny how the creative juices ebb and flow — and oftentimes come flying over the rapids and toward the falls. Or, perhaps I should say “over the mesas and toward the endless stretch of the plains.”
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You’re back!! (Although you never really left.) Thank you – you speak to my heart and I learn.
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