GUILT CRUSHES
We make mistakes then feel so bad,
as emotions play ping pong driving us mad,
fear and insecurity are masted that rule,
dumping us in darkness like a silly fool.
We practise and train when we run a race,
we study and learn to fill our space,
we use mistakes as stepping stones,
'cause guilt only serves to dry our bones.
We don't sit and cry when we lose a race,
we practise harder to receive the grace,
we don't harbour guilt that ties us down,
we search for solutions that bring the crown.
We don't waste time and energy in moping,
we unravel the code that brings tools of coping,
to cry and mope can't change a thing,
we do what we need for the bell to ring.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
09 June 2018
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