Guilt

Hauled a little box down the street;

Heavier it got with each face I’d meet.

Naive smiles, ignorant to the truth;

As regret wiped away my forgiving youth.

With each step the box would grow;

Heavier and bigger, from this sorrow I know.

I trudged on with the blame dark as black;

Knowing I the door was shut, could never go back.

The weight of a thousand lives was my curse;

They rested on my back as though I was their hearse.

The lights dimmed, ‘tll all was bleak and grey,

All had gone wrong, filled with dismay

I found a wagon, to pull the box;

For it got too heavy with its chains and locks.

Bruises blackened on my back and spine;

Reminder of my mistake, it became my shrine.

Couldn’t walk further, with each step I would fall;

On this gravel and pain, I had to crawl.

The people saw not what was real;

Just a little girl, not knowing how to feel.

Remorse, shame, loss and heavy fault;

Conscience growing as I pass the asphalt.

Black turned to gold, the ground turned to sand;

The sand became wet, waves washed away the land.

I moved forward, awaiting my escape;

To forget what had happened, erase every scrape.

The innocence of the ocean, peace of the wave;

Lifted my box up, sailed away my grave.

The current engulfed every harm or fear;

The box by my side, but lighter and clear.

My memory started to fade, as I started to sway;

And together the box and I, peacefully floated away.