The Guilt

I release the weight

they tried to hang on my shoulders,

the guilt that was never mine,

the blame that never fit.

I stop bleeding

for wounds I did not cause.

I stop mending

what someone else chose to shatter.

Peace begins

when I return every burden

to its rightful owner,

and stop rescuing chaos

I did not create.

My hands are free now,

free to build

what belongs to my purpose,

free to heal

what truly comes from my heart.

For I have learned:

it is not my job

to fix what I did not break.