The Guilt That Binds

There was that first day that I began to be therapized. I was worried I’d be hypnotized. But soon, my ghostly smile came through. As we played our games that invoke hope, not doom. This fear that I had been hoarding. For so long, it dried my memories that in my head were boring. Some days, it was as if I were creating inspiring memories. And on others, it was as if the corruption of my heart faded my discoveries. There is no such thing as aftermath, there are only people that are kind. And soon I shall release the guilt that binds!