A thought of consequences!

A thought I have
it cannot be said
it cannot be written
it will not be painted
what should I dotear it away and dump it in a bin?
tuck it away deep within?
and not turn that leaf again?

but
nagging me it comes back
pinching me ever so lightly
refuses to be binned or tucked away
the thought is just there telling me
"Idiot, I am never going away, why do you bother?"
I give up and let it be

yet
I can live with it
with consequences