i am
exhausted
my heart
grows weary
morning
noon and
night
anger jealously and hurt
come
to feed on this
weakened muscle
and this
tired soul
they leave nothing but
scraps of guilt
in
their gluttonous wake
i am exhausted
my heart grows weary
morning noon and night
i think i shall plant Love
in
this broken heart and weeping soul
we’ll see how they like feeding on that!
The Metta Garden 
Hey brother~
Guilt. What a strange emotion. How easily it attaches itself to even the tiniest chink in our armor and makes us lose faith in our strength.
I think that being aware of guilt is the first step in being able to release it, so ride with it… be gentle with it… and kindly send it on its way.
(But don’t give it my new address.) 😉
I love you.