Guilt

A bright, beautiful soul, so full of hope and wonder stifled, smothered, beat and broken over time.  The soul bleeds out, not all at once, but slowly, slowly. There is no warning of getting to these murky waters, no certainty in how you became so much what you detest. Just one moment, one brief glance in the mirror and there it is…the reflection of little bites of pain, small nips through the years. Was there a time all thought you were strong? Was there a time you were? The questions beat inside your head, sadness a dull ache in your heart, guilt filling every corner, every pore of you.