• Guilt clings to your soul like a child their mother
    Ripping, biting, shouting
    Crying out until it’s the only thing you can hear.
    The hurt will n** at you until you can no longer stand it
    Until you want to run and hide
    Still, guilt will find you
    It always does
    It always will
    And yet you continue to run on and on
    You run until you collapse
    There, beside you, guilt will remain
    Unaffected
    Quietly stabbing, jabbing at your conscious
    Confrontation becomes the only means of escape
    And then, relief comes to you with quiet steps
    It embraces you, soothing your battered soul
    Guilt disappears into a dark corner of your mind
    Waiting for the chance to come out
    For the chance to cling and bite; to cry and chase
    Merely to be abandoned again in the end.