The guilt, at times is all consuming.
It moves throughout my body, making me doubt, making me change, making me waiver.
The guilt wipes away perspective and reason.
It's only purpose is to bring me down, and weaken my resolve.
The guilt, it creeps in when I'm not looking.
Then it whispers, and whines, and seeps in, deeper, until doubt comes with every request.
The guilt makes my mind wonder, and my body wander towards unconsidered treats.
It taps away until I change my mind to make up for something I've long forgotten.
The guilt brings hatred, of me and others.
New grudges develop, whilst others become renewed, no room for forgiveness.
The guilt is of what has happened since and what has gone before.
Logic says I cannot change the past, guilt tricks me into believing I could have stepped in sooner.
Guilt. The ultimate flaw.
It breaks the back of seasoned parents.
The guilt is a regular visitor to my house, to my mind.
I cannot change the past, but I can shape the future, a future with less guilt? No, just more acceptance.