She resides inside new love.
She makes her home within a new memory.
She keeps you up at night after a first date.
And she whispers words of utter destruction.
Especially after laughter.
Her name is guilt.
And she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Or so she thinks.
Her hands have hooks inside your ear drums.
When music starts to play, she turns the volume down.
When life walks in, she kicks her out.
A hurricane of metal rain.
A storm without rainbows after.
Guilt, the most heartbreaking of thieves.
The cherry eliminator.
The frosting stealer.
The life after loss kidnapper.
But guilt is a fake impersonator.
A bad actress inside a good movie.
Hiding behind good lines.
Don’t forget, this is your life.
Your lines. Your new chapter.
She broke in when you were crying.
She stole the lines when you were lost.
But now that you are feeling a little better.
She yells out louder to get your full attention.
Afraid of what you might do with someone like her.
She is now seen for what she really is.
A performer without her own stage.
Can’t you see?
Guilt doesn’t belong in your story.
Unless you are directing a parody.
A soap opera.
Guilt should be kicked out of your ears, and punched out of your new found moments of happiness.
Because if you let her stay, you might as well let the thief sleep in your bed.
Make you coffee and feed you breakfast.
Let’s not do that.
Let’s not even say her name.
Or even write a letter about her.
Never let anyone rob you from your hard earned joy after loss.
You deserve way better.
With no guilt whatsoever,
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