There is only now.
To hope for the future
Or to fear that the bad things that have happened
Will happen again
Is to ignore the present.
To deny present life
And fill it up with worries and aspirations
Is to remove our ability to change.
Dreaming keeps us in perpetual twilight.
The sun never sets
And we go nowhere.
We cry out that we are lost and in pain.
We beg for a few drops of hope.
But hope is the elixir of fantasy
And keeps us in denial
That we can care for ourselves in the here and now
Without the crutches of hope and the torment of fear.