Whither my guilt Lord?

May it affect me in ways unknown?

Do I question myself in light of that guilt?

Do I express this unknowingly?

I’m sorry to those I hurt wrongly. 

Who knows all their demons. 

God only knows our unknown motivations. 

Whither my anxiety?

Is it strangely driven here?

What do I release to you?

What do I cling to wrongly?

Sir,

Yes, you, talking to your daughter between dance classes. 

Do you see how big you are in her eyes?

What if she couldn’t see you?

Do you notice her hanging on your words?

Do you notice her side of the conversation?

What if she couldn’t speak to you?

Do you know the impact of your attention on her?

What if she couldn’t dance?

What if she couldn’t respond?

From the little I’ve seen, your love wouldn’t change.