This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at York U chapter.
Through a raging inferno
whipping through an ice storm,
I’m left to question my motives
and poised to take the blame.
But what happens if
I’m simply unapologetic?
Guilt may try to heavily hang from my sleeves,
Shame snaking as though tendrils.
Take the scissors and cut them off.
Snap at outpointed fingers.
Never back down.
Never stand aside and be blown apart
by falsehoods.
And at the end of it all,
They will ask me
if I regret the chaos I’ve caused.
I am not sorry.