Poem: The Pawn of your Guilt
This is a short poem that I feel says a lot. It is inspired by the fact that people will always forget the good things you do, the sacrifices you make, or the life long efforts that one invests, but they will always remember your faults, mistakes, errors and moments of weakness forever, like some cursed nightmare held over us that we can never escape from! It is hard enough for ones self not forget the pain and shame.
Here I am alone with my mum, hard to watch what I've become.
Lost so much in my life that's cursed, my childhood innocence, stolen, what's worse?
I am the scapegoat, the reason, excuse,
for others to be what they secretly choose.
I am not perfect, though all of my faults,
mistakes and discretions like wounds rubbed in salt.
All of my good deeds, all done without praise,
are all but forgotten, so quickly erased.
I wrote this poem a while back, but it seems so relevant so often in my life, especially now, at a time when life just seems too hard.
If you understand it's inspiration and have felt it's painful 'truth', and often as I do, then I am sorry for you and hope you know you are not alone in it's infliction.