I still have the guilt of all of this in my head. Pushing me deeper into the depth of the deep blue sea. Does it ever get easier to see? Do I get braver as can be? What would it be like if I could just be free from this lifetime of guilt and shame. Why did I even survive when the odds were against me? What is my calling? Where do I go? Why am I always doubting myself, the person I am? The guilt and shame are pulling me like anchors to the bottom and I can only hold my breath for so long. Someone has to come and cut these anchors off or I'll drown and I wonder who this person could be to cut the anchors off because I would imagine if it were someone I already knew they would have already cut them off.
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Life Gets Real POEMS
PoetryThese poems are written by me and are about me or someone close to me. Life gets real and not everything you are seeing externally is what actually is going on internally.
