Daily Sins

Daily Sins

Caroline Zonis

My guilt is that of the glutton Taking more than I’ll ever need, and constantly asking for more, I have gorged myself on daydreams Little wishes I thought would never come true With love and beauty and talent, I have been blessed And for what? What have I done to give thanks I have been loved, and begged for proof I have seen the honest mirror, taken note of the color in my cheeks, the strength in my legs, and was filled to the brim with dissatisfaction And I have written, page after page, my heart’s melancholy song, aching for the melody that would be the catalyst. I don’t know if I’ve heard it yet. Maybe I wouldn’t know if I did. I have committed all of this It is my shame Blessed, and cursed be blind to it