Catholic Burden

The guiltless are free, say the priests.

Who then is free I ask?

Guilt is a searing pain in the center of my mind.

Piercing, pulsing images,

stabbing at the corners of my cranium

from the inside.

“Open-minded” sounds good, black and white

is too extreme, there has to be some grey.

But no matter how hard I try,

extremes define my existence.

If an act of digression occurs,

the pain comes back.

Every five seconds it pokes and prods,

over and over and over.

Maybe a conscience is a good thing…..

a monster is a human without this ailment,

this weakness,

this torture.

So I am a monster being unmade.

Better to be chained, shackled, and clean of spirit,

than free to ravage the existence of others.

The priest was wrong.

The guiltless are caged in self-made bars and locks.

Photo: dungeon by Andrea Lee Ferrare [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]

Published by Christy Leos

Hi! I’m Christy Leos – Writer, Editor, and Author with a background in English Literature, social media, digital content creation, and access to justice work for marginalized communities. 📌When I write, I am the best version of myself; I am a storyteller.📌 📣 Work featured on News Break, LatinaMedia.Co, ABC13, Southern Laced, and

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