The Roots of Nostalgia

Personal (Hope)

I was tangled up in the past~

missing a tree I never lived in.

My thoughts were ingrained

in imagination and delusion;

I was planted in the soil

of artificial foliage.

It was all undergrowth~

keeping me stunted,

strangling me with regret.

I had to pull myself out of

this make-believe residence

and plant myself where

truth would sprout up.

I had to build a habitat

from the ground up:

a dwelling where happiness

would be nurtured...

an abode that harbored

opportunities for growth...  

a place I could call home.

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