Guilt is an angry entity
Who hovers over me
Like a shadow, dark in the light
Disguising itself as the light
Holding me to standards so high
A measurement that shoots up through the sky
Brainwashing me and distorting perception
Swinging me around to another direction
Crushing my confidence, draining my power
Disintegrating my solidity into a fine, thin powder
Guilt has bullied me, has fed me lies
Guilt is the blindfold shielding my eyes
From truth and love, from all that is pure
And when the wind comes rushing in, guilt will slam the door.
If Guilt was on Heaven’s side, then
it would accept me for who I am.
Instead, it remains as forgiveness’s foe
Wishing I would shrink, wishing I won’t grow.
Now I have discovered
Guilt’s true colors.