A lesson in shame, shapes a person new

    Another poem I wrote last year. Definitely hard lessons needed to be learned. Much has changed for me in a year and am so grateful to the hurt and experience I had to make those amazing life changes.

     I drift lightly over sharp
    words. They caress my skin, roughly.
         I want to scream but do not.

     Shame is a necessary lesson. One
    to memorize and try not to repeat.

        Careless of the anger that is
    boiling deep inside my core. Deep inside
                 my mind.

        Time is my best and worst friend.
      It depends on my of my reactions.

        Do I dare wonder about the hurt?
     Yes. Do I say to any the pain that walks
        hand and hand with my words? No.

         Allowing an empty shell to reek
      garbage does nothing but distance. Yelling
         nor expressing those needs pour out
            on paper. There they stay.

          Nod yes. Really answering no but say
     okay or fine. Laughter creases and infects
          the mind. Cynical hails and buries deep
     growing the weeds to tangle and strangle
                      the heart.