Day 51 Writing And Ruminating

Guilt

There it was in her heart, nestled deep, cutting her and all she wanted to be. It was her fault, her pettiness, that made it hard to let go. She knew she should grow up. Be the bigger person. Forgive. But there had been hurt. There had been hatred. There had been mistrust, and here she was feeling guilty about drawing her lines, asking to be considered, but knowing that she wasn’t the bigger person here. She let her emotions dictate all and everything.

Dark Skies

The planet, with ...