"Guilt" by Jessica Drigun

"Guilt"

Time heals all wounds. Yes, but when?

A nine year old wound has reopened. It wasn’t fully healed anyways…

Omissions of guilt have come back to the surface;

You weren’t there the last days before your dad died. You were with a boy. You didn’t paint your grandma’s nails before she died. You were ‘busy’. You were relieved when your grandpa died. No more mathematical questions.

If I knew then,

what I knew now. Well, that doesn’t make the guilt go down Any better than trying to drown it in substance abuse. I don’t abuse – I use it only when I need it. Keep telling yourself that. I’d tell you that it gets better, But it doesn’t. I’d tell you that you can leave, But you can’t.

You’re here. Stuck.