Guilt
GUILT
Worry less young days
Responsibilities never stays
I acted based on impulse
I cried based on emotions
And I raged based on the fury.
A child needed no jury
The walk ways were her playground
The tin cans were her new pots
Little sticks were her new hands
I grew in style and modesty
In beauty and stature
Became aware of nature
And was told of honesty
Had a young attraction
I loved a boy my age
Just in our relationship stage
It felt right we loved it
I grew in knowledge of God
Realized his undying love
Sins revealed, my eyes were open
This is a sin, that shouldn't be....
Yet I held on to the love
My unusual young love
"This is a sin" father said
"This is iniquity" spirit said
"This is unclean" son said
I was guilty
I knew then....
I wanted the feeling of him around
I wanted the memories of him ajar
It's a sin afar
It's not at hand
I need him around
Do you understand
I knew it was wrong
It couldn't be right
I thought too much
My chest was tight
If only...
With this guilt of mine.
DEDICATED TO: (THE BELOVED)
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