Guilt is a wind that whips up a fire,
feeding a secret, enflaming desire.
Guilt is a gust that flattens a dream,
echoing morals, a tormenting scream,
funneling fury of self-imposed blame,
condemning awakening joy into shame.
Guilt is a tempest, stirring up panic,
confusing, misleading, chaotic and manic,
savagely tossing all tender new growth-
excitement and terror combined into both.
Feeling all wrong and resistant within,
emotions so strong, a twister of sin,
guilt is a gale-force, internal law,
a cultural, crippling self-slamming door.