What is it with guilt,
I ask
why do I feel the need
to carry yours
every single time?
Why can I not be content
to let you make
your own mistake
carry your own fear
judge yourself
Mine are heavy enough
at least I think they are
maybe I should sort them out
give yours back
to you
my back hurts
I ask
why do I feel the need
to carry yours
every single time?
Why can I not be content
to let you make
your own mistake
carry your own fear
judge yourself
Mine are heavy enough
at least I think they are
maybe I should sort them out
give yours back
to you
my back hurts
5 comments:
we have turned a corner MYshell- we really have xx
Thanks for that thought.
All Bent Over
You said drop that load
and I said I can't, meant it
just like that, refused.
If I dropped my load
I would float, lose my purchase
and go who knows where.
I am not built right
to fly free. Plodding along,
that's me. My back hurts.
Oh the shucking off of heavy loads lightens, doesn't it?
I hate guilt but it loves me.
The disease to please . . we women suffer from it toooo much!
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