Guilt trip

Beckon not my soul into such darkness

For I discreetly follow willingly and joyously

But when the deed is done and guilt is ripe

Like an oak tree with firm roots deeply planted

My blame is deeply rooted in you and you must

Carry that which my soul tells me am liable for

I am just not ready to pack for this guilt trip

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10 thoughts on “Guilt trip

  1. Oh Sheila Sheila Sheila, this is immensely beautiful! I favorited it earlier because I wanted to read at a later time slowly. I’m glad I did. That’s some magic you’ve woven there. I wish I had written this. That’s all I can say.

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