It may be spoon fed to you before
you can choose, like a need.
Honeybees feed on dandelions
after a long bad winter, but this
is no nutritious food. A creeping
buttercup weed, sneaky undesirable
pest, secretly sprouting. Fast growing
deep roots you can’t see. Extermination
is necessary or it will take over a flower
bed. It’s tiring! Guilt binds you, keeps
you in the past, takes over thoughts
and feelings. It’s a hard battle that you
have to keep fighting without rest –
being vigilant and attacking at the slightest sign.
This is the second poem of my sequence about depression. Guilt has been the main culprit in most of my mental health issues; my parents gave it to me, not intentionally for sure, they thought they were doing the right thing and they definitely did the best they knew. I have made peace with them a long time ago because I love them, but I hate that they did this to me and my work in the last few years has been to get rid of this guilt and keep my life flourishing with feelings of self-love and worthiness.