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.
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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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