My guilt is like the rain
Grey and pervasive
In mists and torrents there’s no avoiding its drenching effects.
My guilt is like a lover
Setting my soul on fire
First hot then cold yet impossible to resist in ultimate seduction.
My guilt is like a flower
One stops to smell
Through scent and colour it serves as a gentle reminder.
An albatross, a white elephant, an angel, a best friend, a devil, and a gift from God
My guilt is all these things
Viewed through heartache or gratitude until one day, perhaps, when I might finally let it go.