“Sometimes she speaks of ‘the past’ as people speak who have been in prison. But you never know whether they refer to the crime or the imprisonment or the whole experience.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
sometimes
we become slaves
to our emotions
held captive
by the moment
unwilling to release
what has injured us
we arm ourselves
with ammunition
from the basket
of resentment
and if we’re very lucky
wisdom steps in
to urge us to put down
the basket and
let go of the chains
giving us the opportunity
to step away from the moment
and get it pass
while we remain
now unfettered by
Time’s cruel hand and
our primordial instincts
“I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness.”
— The Lady of the House of Love - Angela Carter (via le-immorte)