Hunting what’s haunting may be a Sisyphus task;
And once the hunting ends, even in victory
Who’s to say relief will come.
Fears and foibles, mistakes and misjudgments
will still haunt unceasingly,
even after you know from where they were begotten.
No longer hunt, my child, for with that the haunting will still lead you astray.
Heal your heart instead, young one;
And what haunts will have power no more.
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