Shame

A hard prompt, honestly speaking. I notice that I feel shame increasingly rarely these days. I suppose time really has some influence on it. Maybe it kills it together with killing us.
28 to Create, Day 12 – Shame

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Stalking my wildness in its thicket,
Shadows can’t hide it from my heart.
Burning in the coolness,
Passing through the gates of whisper,
Crawling in my mind
is shame.
Not embarrassed by my bold look
Not cringing away before
my dashing saunter.

For time will not heal correctly
It will only dull us down
Apathy is welcome
when Time grows old and short.

© 2014, soulmary

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