{"id":116821,"date":"2022-06-25T21:23:38","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:23:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116821"},"modified":"2022-06-29T11:45:14","modified_gmt":"2022-06-29T15:45:14","slug":"hour-thirteen-the-guilt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-thirteen-the-guilt\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Thirteen &#8211; The Guilt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hour Thirteen \u2013 Write a poem about a time when something really bad happened\u2026that later turned out to be a good thing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><u>The Guilt<\/u><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I broke two promises that year<\/p>\n<p>Both, unintentional, of course<\/p>\n<p>But the guilt, it overtakes the grief<\/p>\n<p>The guilt becomes the driving force<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The first was when I gave my word to him.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Take care of her,\u2019 he\u2019d said.<\/p>\n<p>I had promised. Pleased him, eased him<\/p>\n<p>Not long before he was dead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But I didn\u2019t. I couldn\u2019t. I let her fall ill.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Bring me home soon, I hate the hospital crowd.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>I promised her I would. I will.<\/p>\n<p>I did. In a hearse. In a shroud.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Grief got punched about by Guilt<\/p>\n<p>Numbing, stiffening, shocking, guilt.<\/p>\n<p>Selfish, tunnelling, funnelling guilt.<\/p>\n<p>Weeping, creeping, sweeping guilt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Two years on, and I know better<\/p>\n<p>No, it\u2019s still not easy that they died,<\/p>\n<p>But I\u2019m not the girl who broke the promise<\/p>\n<p>Because I tried, I tried, I tried!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Isn\u2019t it good though, that she didn\u2019t stay<\/p>\n<p>for me to take care of her?<\/p>\n<p>She journeyed to him instead<\/p>\n<p>So, they could take care \u2013 of each other.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Hour Thirteen \u2013 Write a poem about a time when something really bad happened\u2026that later turned out to be a good thing. &nbsp; The Guilt &nbsp; I broke two promises that year Both, unintentional, of course But the guilt, it overtakes the grief The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116821","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116821"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124315,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116821\/revisions\/124315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}