Hour Thirteen – The Guilt

 

Hour Thirteen – Write a poem about a time when something really bad happened…that later turned out to be a good thing.

 

The Guilt

 

I broke two promises that year

Both, unintentional, of course

But the guilt, it overtakes the grief

The guilt becomes the driving force

 

The first was when I gave my word to him.

‘Take care of her,’ he’d said.

I had promised. Pleased him, eased him

Not long before he was dead.

 

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I let her fall ill.

‘Bring me home soon, I hate the hospital crowd.’

I promised her I would. I will.

I did. In a hearse. In a shroud.

 

Grief got punched about by Guilt

Numbing, stiffening, shocking, guilt.

Selfish, tunnelling, funnelling guilt.

Weeping, creeping, sweeping guilt.

 

Two years on, and I know better

No, it’s still not easy that they died,

But I’m not the girl who broke the promise

Because I tried, I tried, I tried!

 

Isn’t it good though, that she didn’t stay

for me to take care of her?

She journeyed to him instead

So, they could take care – of each other.

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Hour Thirteen – The Guilt

  1. “She journeyed to him instead
    So, they could take care – of each other”

    Thinking of all the things you should have done when you lose someone, especially when the person is supposed to be under you care. It always happens.
    The door of grief takes time to close and in that time you can see the upsides of it.

    This is emotional and beautiful.

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