I am human, and am guilty,
The pangs of which dog me
In my solitude, my siesta, my sleep.
Relax I cannot, my mind recalls my guilts
Then, and I distract myself in pursuits vain.
I am not alone in this spot of a bother.
Countless are the men and women,
Who strive to evade this wart in vain.
It grows and grows like a malignant cancer.
Carry it we to our graves, the damn thing!
Ask me not what my guilt is.
For it is not one or two, too many to count!
The guilt of filial betrayal, that of acts in the dark,
Initiation rituals – orientation courses in maturity.
The dawn of youth, the inevitable lust
That parades as love, the betrayer and the betrayed.
No compunction in being chaste or virginal
To fool the world, and fool ourselves.
Accept the reality of human guilt,
Sit back, savour your victory
In defeat, relax, and say,
"Good riddance, and Glory to God!"
Growth Through Guilt
