Guilt's Weight

Never does the feeling mix well with my digestion. It
Goes along my intestinal track and gets stuck every
         time, trying to run
Away from the end when I can finally let it go. But of
         course this
Always happens every time I think about it. The guilt
         grows like a baby
Inside my stomach until nothing can tie it down as it
         tries to climb its way out of
Me. Up my throat and through
Me. Destroying
Me.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741