I have held you for so long, so close
we have become conjoined.
now I carry you with me wherever I go
unable to detach from you, to be free.
A dragging weight around my neck
the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs.
words of poison whispered in my ear
Repeating misdemeaners to be ever refreshed
shown as new and sharp and dark
And wrong, so, so wrong.
Around inside me churns this mood
Each day brings more and worse deeds
Each day I feel heavier and slower
What if one day I can take no more?
No more lies, no more shame
no more imperfection, no more guilt?
Guilt, my true and trusted advisor.
A part of my heritage, a part of me
My female condition.
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