Gravity has a time to tell us stories. I am walking in the woods of my words.

Lush language dipped in velvet and seeds of experience to share with others.

Shame


Stumbling 
Clinging to the misery  
Of a few words  
That cut my chest   
Tapped at my ego
and bruised my brain
I stood facing the shame
Wet with tears
Head to foot 
Clothed in white guilt 
Silent fists pounding me
Pushing back I tried  
To unwrap the ribbons of fear
That colored the space between us