You acted like it was difficult to dig a hole in my spine.
You pretended for decades that all the things I have gathered were not really mine.
But I forgave because I always push through the pain.
There are no shortcuts or leeway for those who do not learn the rules of the game.
Guilt knows how to crawl on your shoulders without a sound.
I was running, bruising my own knees just to realize that I was the feared hound.
And you convinced me that letting go is oh, so easy, baby,
But I am on a guilt trip, lost and alone in the desert, with no one left to save me.
The anger inside tears apart all that is tranquil and scenic.
My teeth are sharp, every creature steps back when I smile wide, like I mean it.
You act cool, you keep your distance, you just observe
As they come up with theories about my origin story that are nothing but absurd.
I forgave you then, and like clockwork I forgive you now.
You know they will never believe me, a beast this violently off-putting and loud.
Humiliation is a strong leash; it chokes you without a sound.
I keep running, bruising my own knees, knowing too well I am forever bound.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 