Discovering how shame has been insidiously nesting so closely to the heart had made it difficult to spot.
It lays low
a second skin
The boa hissed, "Whenever those moths,
nipping at the Light, become too much,
I'll give you a little squeeze...to keep you warm, to keep you safe."
It sounded like a good plan at the time.
I had gotten a really good look at it in the sun
it's glistening scales
wrapped 'round my shoulder, neck, and heart.
a constant companion
Navigating through the lense of shame
is like using the valley's echoes and howls to find true north