Evelyn Klebert

He is dressed in his finery,
a welcome consort.
One who will spin you adroitly
in twists and unexpected turns on the dance floor.
He will listen to your grievances,
be a constant companion if you so desire.
Fanning the flames of resentment, anger,
even blind and insane hatred if you wish to travel so far.
But if in a moment one can obtain distance,
and notice that the path traveled
with this stalwart companion makes no progress,
but wraps itself round in a deceptive circle.
Old ground disguised as new, is retread,
old grievances unhealed, and inflamed to infection.
He is a grand one, a compelling companion,
dressed in his finery disguised to please,
who keeps you a well fed prisoner,
well fed with poisons that will only fester.
Poisons and wasted energy that would be
better spent in traveling with purpose,
with progress,
beyond this particular horizon.

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