Plagued by Memories
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past." - William Faulkner
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." - Michel de Montaigne
"It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed." - Horace
"In nightmares, we meet ourselves." - Carl Jung
“One need not be a chamber to be haunted; the brain has corridors surpassing material place.” - Emily Dickinson
“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.” - Mitch Albom
“All that we see or seem; Is but a dream within a dream.” - Edgar Allan Poe
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Dreams do not resolve,
They only recall, relive, appall, and gall.
They replay the scenes endlessly,
On loop, over and over again,
With the final chapter,
Be it a happy, sad or left-hanging ending - missing.
The cure to the plague of memories,
Requires a journal written down when awake.
Recording a list of infections, inflammations and cankers,
With their reliefs in portents,
potions, hocus pocus, spells and concoctions,
Written down in the stark light of day.
Read and revived, sipped slowly before shut-eye.
Sometimes with a dash of a 'beg to differ' or two.
Or a sprinkle of withdrawal, pulling back to let was, just be,
Pulling the pin, stepping back, sucking in, retreating,
Chin up and jolly rogered to defuse the angst, stem the rot,
To clear the air and begin again,
Coping!
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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