once you’ve forgiven yourself
do not un-forgive yourself on
each anniversary of the guilt
guilt
End of life
no matter which end-of-life decisions were made,
there are always regrets, there is always that guilt —
live parts of me holding onto memories of a dying you
dead parts of me holding onto living memories of you
In effect
guilt, grief, regret
cut deeper than
the dimensions
of the soul itself
Shadows long after light is gone
end of life decisions
seep grieving guilt
into every crack
of broken hearts—
life is the always
ultimate sacredness
and to play god
feels sacrilegious—
even the right decision
reverberates as wrong