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

Image by: solitarium on DA
Image by: solitarium on DA

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

Memory of a Glass House

One Single Impression – Betrayal; Poets United – Glass Houses; We Write Poems – Better out than in; Theme Thursday – Memory


I remember a winter

in a house made of glass

naked, numb, stupefied


I remember yearning to go

and get lost in the snow

But how would you know?


© Mariya Koleva 2011