Haunted

We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in place of reality. ~ Daniel J. Boorstin

Seeing through a glass darkly.
Darkened with my illusions,
my fears, my misplaced trust.
Yesterday's resentments,
distress, self-sufficiency,
the gloom of pride —
they cloud lenses, blind eyes.
When the clutter is clear-cut
just truth remains. Apparitions
of pride and folly fade away
as a dawning day
reveals the madness of believing
what our foolish minds most feared.