My Guilt
Would I rather let myself be permanently fried?
I wish remission was not the first thing we tried.
Would I rather be untethered?
And forge a senseless path I have weathered?
Forever changed…
As the memories die with my age.
Maybe I can leave my hope undone.
Along with my family- my guilt has won!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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