Shame.
Discovering how shame has been insidiously nesting so closely to the heart had made it difficult to spot.
It lays low
unnoticeably close
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
Discovering how shame has been insidiously nesting so closely to the heart had made it difficult to spot.
It lays low
unnoticeably close
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
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