Confusion blinds my feelings
This hurt – concealed in reason,
As my senses are numbed by the intellect
I’m lost, self doubt besieges me –
Too sensitive perhaps
I watch as silent pain edges my world.
Deluded by need and shamed by expectation,
Guilt caresses my misery as remorse enfolds me.
Am I so wrong, is this deception or am I -
Angst with suppression.
Forgiveness is sweet
Acceptance is a gift but naught seem to know it,
Life – is tainted with the smear of judgement –
Heavy with the superiority of criticism.
Am I to be the jailor of my own delusions or
Break free –
Liberate the shackles that habit does decree. Pia