Against My Will

 There are things I'm asked to do that I do not want to accede to but it seems I have no choice in the matter.  Today is one of those days.  Against my will, I am asked to offer five days of my life to take care of mother because everyone else seems to have an excuse.  You could argue that I could have walked away just like everyone else did but the sense of decency and honor and duty prevailed.  To me, it was none of those wonderful attributes that pushed my urgency to comply.  It was the guilt.

The burden of disappointing others specially my own mother hung heavy on my head like a sword of conviction.  Sacrificing, giving up something I planned to do in exchange for an unpalatable task is not pleasant or easy or fair.  Yet here I am yoked to this sacrifice like an unwilling martyr; tied to a cross I never sought for nor wanted.  I wanted to flee but I am already bound by invisible chains.  The sense of love and responsibility commingling in a tight embrace is enough to keep me pegged to a heavy burden of guilt. I unwillingly walked to the gallows to accept what others have already deemed was my fate.