A haunting conscience

I hope you find no comfort in a home

I hope your guilt is a tormented ghost that roams through your halls.

I hope in mirrors you see her portrait.

I hope your nights are restless and your days filled with worry.

I wish you could see me and shudder at my presence.

Fear my self-worth.

I'm still learning to let go.

But I yearn for you to realize what you so proudly painted.

I fear you find a new muse, another victim to blame.

I hope your brush feels heavy, as you paint a new her.