Do you remember the day your guilt ate you alive
Like a child feasting on birthday cake leftovers
He licked you from his fingertips, one by one
And savored in the struggle to win that last bite
You were consumed, it is done
There’s no coming back now
The worst is the “what if” smoking in the air
What if this had never happened
What if you did this differently
What if you had only known…
It did, you didn’t, and you couldn’t have.
Now guilt has bred in you like yeast
And risen to this fine culinary occasion
To engulf you, swallow you whole.
And chase you with milk.
Guilt is a tight rope. To feel it is to walk it. In the right combination guilt reinforces our moral compass, guiding us toward what is right and consistent with our beliefs. Without it, we act impulsively, selfishly and harmfully toward ourselves and others. Too much of it can keep us in terrible pain, stuck in the past, unable to move forward. How do we know when to let guilt go when it is guilt itself that keeps us in check?