Spiral

Spiral

By Allie Marie

I should have never heard.
Yet, I did.

And here I am

my lips spiral words downward

before I can manage 

to catch them.

I’m ashamed here.

The middle.

I only want what is right;

what is just and fair.

There is no need for

resentment, blame and punishment.

Fingers always ready to point

and never bend.

And to spill your opinion

as relief can at times only give further guilt.

I want things to be better,

yet I make them worse.