The feeling of guilt is a powerful one
It gnaws away at your heart and leaves you hurting.
Bleeding blood of a shade that is abnormal for those
Special people that know how to let go the strong fingers
Biting into flesh as they hold tightly to “what if” and “if only”
The grip is so painful!
I wonder if we don’t allow the hold so
We can feel we are being duly rewarded for our wrongs
At least our self perceived wrongs
Fight off those bony fingers and let blood once more flow
Freely through a ravaged body knowing the only mission
Accomplished by dwelling on guilt is a slight excuse for not
Making things right
