Guilt
Guilt is a quiet voice
That never seems to sleep.
It creeps in through the silence,
Whispers through the cracks of memory,
And builds a home in the corners of my soul.
It doesn’t shout.
It doesn’t rage.
But it lingers
In the moments I wish I could take back,
In the words I wish I had said differently,
In the faces I remember when I close my eyes.
I carry it like a shadow,
Dragging behind me even on the brightest days.
A reminder that I am flawed,
That I have caused pain,
That I have failed in ways I cannot fully explain.
But I don’t want to be trapped by it.
Guilt can either crush you,
Or it can change you.
So I choose to let it teach me
To feel more deeply,
To love more gently,
To speak more honestly.
I cannot erase the past,
But I can walk forward with a wiser heart.
And maybe, just maybe,
In forgiveness both given and received
I’ll find the freedom
That guilt tried to steal.
