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