Guilt

I’m feeling this guilt,
I’m not even sure of
the reasons.
It’s a story iv built.
If i stand on some stilts
Will i see more clearly?
or am i meant to freely-
Feel this feeling.
The weight of this ceiling.
Backtracking my words sold,
For mystery and pride.
Guilty, I TRIED..
Wide open-
Vulnerable- on the floor.
again you leave me bleeding- From the core.
My truth is i’m sore.
No matter- if i speak
-or keep silent.
My Truth is within
Past the surfacing, a sin.
So should i bin-
Words and feelins?
Stay still?
But i feel my voice is better shared…
I feel better showing i cared.
Not playing a game of silence,
Living freely speaking in presence.
Is presence a silence?
Dose stillness make more sense…

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