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.
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Your insights are refreshing. Your poem, Gullt strikes all the various emotions for me,too.
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Thanks Elias, that means so much! 🙂
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Concrete in my bones, static in my brain………that’s me❣ You are very good
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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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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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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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If only we can all stop the feeling of guilt and just be. Great poem.
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Thanks! Yes, it’s an insidious bugger that sneaks in everywhere.
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Unfortunately so…
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