Guilt and Shame
This complex mixture sticks like a repeated song in my brain, a nuisance
There are times of repose but as Mama birds to her babies always a prompt return
They zing in like invisible torture devices, medieval in their cruelty
I am a whipping girl and have paid in atonement millions
To God in prayer please forgive me
There are no lucid excuses
I am who people saw
But I now know
I'm good
Amen
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