Culpable

A soul is

born pristine,

feather light,

meant to rise.

But, it can be

held back

by well meaning

weights

applied

with sticky

love, and

good intentions.

We are all

culpable and

accountable

for those

we raise,

and how we rise

on those

occasions

meant to

make us shine.

© 2011 Tamera Dobbins