Withering Souls

  There are no magical answers lying buried in my past.
  I know that now.
  I finally know.
  There is no salvation in yesterday.
  I can understand that now.
  I finally can.
  I have to move forward with my life now drawing my strength from today,
  I have to put to rest my past-orientation.
  It is strange how misguided a yearning can be.
  It is strange how misled our understanding of it can be.

  And stranger still how wrong answers can satisfy.
  And stranger still the withering of my soul

                                            under the burden of continuing inquiry.

May 2, 1997