Poetry

Guilt

I don’t consider myself a poet but some things, emotions particularly, seem more accessible when I let the words flow freely and simply. I wrote this poem about guilt last year. Guilt is an emotion I strenuously fought against but I encountered it full-force when I stopped working. Happily, a year later I’m more at peace with where my life is so the ugly parasite guilt doesn’t get me down as often anymore.

Guilt.

Useless and yet

So pervasive

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to move

To do

To work

Rational mind knows

It is what it is

You are where you are

Acceptance

Honour.

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to dance

To create

To educate

Body resists

Concrete in my bones

Static in my brain

Days doled out in

Cups of tea

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to accept

To be

To honour

And yet

Guilt.

9 thoughts on “Guilt”

    1. Thanks so much, Jill. I figured that described it pretty well, glad you thought so too. Not happy you can relate, but really glad you can, if you know what I mean. 😉

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  1. I too resonate with the words you’ve used in ‘Guilt’ Amanda. I struggled through the same feelings when I stopped working full time to follow my passion of photography. It wasn’t easy and there were many dark days with non stop chatter going on; thankfully they are in the past! Your writing is beautiful.

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    1. Thank you so much, Moira! I think anyone who steps off the hamster wheel, for whatever reason, struggles with feelings of value and self-worth. Until they realize that what they’ve done is reach a new level of freedom, and there’s nothing to feel guilty about in that! 😊💕

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