shame

My places of shame,

Where I am to blame,

Try to hide in the depths of my stomach.

In the dark it seems safe,

If I don’t have to face,

That awful pit where others can’t come in. 

It lingers down there,

Stealing my air,

It prevents me from living fully.

I’m partially dead,

From things I did and said,

How could I be such a bully?

I try to erase it,

But when I swallow I taste it,

I try to force it farther down.

As painful as it is,

I must regurgitate it,

Seems that up is the only way out. 

If I want to be free,

If I want to feel peace,

The silence now has to be heard. 

Light has to hit,

It can’t stay in the pit.

The air must be turned into words.