Unforseen Guilt

• Brianna Ellul, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

My heart was pounding so hard that you could see my chest jumping.
Confrontation isn’t my thing.
My fingertips were cold, as though it was a winter evening,
Summer it was, but my hands needed heating.
What’s there to be afraid of, when I know I haven’t sinned?
I started to feel ill, the thought so sickening.
I know I am innocent but my swallows were guilty.
That lump in my throat was slowly sinking,
Down into my heart and to the centre of my breathing.
My breaths, so short; they are fading,
My stomach, so weak; it is craving.
The way I was behaving,
They must have thought I deserved the waiting.
I cry the tear I tried so hard to hold in,
I couldn’t stand it any longer my body was in pain.
Don’t believe what you assume because the outcome’s never great.