Transfer

Sometimes we transfer our own guilt onto people that we love. Pushing them away instead of drawing them close, we punish them for their mistakes as well as our own. We knaw away their existence so they never know the truth. Hurting them the way we felt that we should have been. When we realize what we have done there is no time for recompense, too late to turn back the clock. Too much damage has been done and we forget the hurt they might feel by the unanswered questions they have. The sorrow of unknowing that they readily feel all because we transferred our guilt onto them. 7 August 2009