She is the unseen force that turns the eye away from her lover.
She is the weight that droops the shoulders and slows the gait.
She is the intruder who steals peace
from the heart of the unsuspecting.
She is the monster that erupts in anger
when awakened by the gentlest of touch.
She consumes the soul and replaces unselfish kindness
with bitter deeds.
She is guilt.
Elizabeth Stoeckel
