if guilt were something smaller
something i could swallow
cut into small chunks
and devour
perhaps it would not matter but
guilt is larger than i thought
i am left
chewing and chewing with
no ending in sight
i fill up my mouth with the bulk of it
try to talk through it
and choke
i deserve this, i think
as i force in another bite
the guilt is mine
and when i fight for breath
and spit it out
an unpleasant mess
i am left
willing myself to change
isn’t it strange?
if guilt were smaller
i would not change.
12:38pm - 12/11/25
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2025 07:42
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Guilt a cancer that needs to be cut out and in the cutting comes the change. A wonderful metaphor in the chewing for we do chew on guilt and it has a bitter taste. Nicely penned
thank you so much, as always!
You are most welcome
Don't feel guilty about writing such delicate thoughts !
trying my best 🙂 thank you for reading!
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