Guilt is such a curious thing
we learn it when we’re young...
the first time punished
for breaking a toy,
for dirtying our clothes,
for getting a poor grade.
In high school the stakes are higher—
grounded for staying out too late
for keeping secrets from our parents
for curiosity, temptation—
oh, so careful to walk the line,
lest we soil our reputation.
Guilt targets us like a nagging itch,
questioning our choices:
Are they right? Are they wrong?
A random thought, a turn of phrase –
we're victims of our own behavior;
it haunts our thoughts, honing in
till we are that child, again.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
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