That Guilt You Should Feel

Wendy Chapman

     

I guess sometimes

it's easier to

love thy neighbor

than embrace your blood

when it comes in

containers

that don't fit in your cookie cutter

and

flavours

that make you gag.

You are the stench of burning hair,

of oozing,

open,

necrotic wounds...

but

family

is

family

and I would hold my nose,

cover my face,

suck it up

and

endure,

to relate for just a little while.

I offered my time,

my shoulder,

my ear,

but

you've refused.

Maybe, it's youth...

and that I can forgive.

But, your window of opportunity

is slowly closing.

The time is gonna come,

it ain't too far away.

You will see with clear eyes.

You will cry out for me,

and

I

will

ignore.