guilt

Face

/ lovizmytrio / Leave a comment

Without this, we wouldn’t be here today—
I would still carry the guilt
that hovered ghostlike in my soul
for eight harrowing years
and you would still not know
what it was I had done to you
(some might say that’s better)

but you and I, we both know
that the blemish I could never
quite cover up bumped out
on the face of our love and your
discovery became the astringent
we both needed to wash it away.

now we face our future together
you with the phantom of a beard,
me with my imperfect (but so
loved by you) freckled skin,
and I know that without this…
(pain? grief? remorse?)
we wouldn’t know how to face
whatever will come tomorrow.

A Mother’s Guilt

/ lovizmytrio / 3 Comments

Are mothers destined to be plagued by guilt
that stems from houses we’ve carefully built?
Can we escape remorse from what we do?
Can we give to them and to ourselves too?
When a child is sick and I sleep all night
my heart feels a pain that’s tugging and tight
Guilt flows from the money that I bring back
from work that whispers to me what I lack:
Time with them to be the one who attends
and in the dark of night, to make amends.

Am I destined to be harassed with shame
as I search my soul for what desires blame?