Would you judge a woman,
For ditching her constant companion?
The one she met first in childhood,
and was there on her death bed.
The one who was with her when she was obedient,
or when she was a rebel.
The one that didn't leave her when she was failure,
and was not far when she was successful.
The one who sat by her as she lived her dreams,
or when she indulged in pleasure.
What if we met a woman,
who ditched this constant companion,
the one named guilt
would you judge her?