guilt is like a cloud
Pregnant with mischief and other deviations
It taunts and haunts at the most inopportune junctures.

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.