I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
Tag: past
Shame
Shame
is a burden
so heavy,
you cannot
move forward
while you carry it;
it’s hard enough
to walk
when you’re
confident
in your steps —
how can we
expect to
move at all
while we look
backward?
(How do you overcome times of shame?)
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVII
You are a radiant paradox,
making me to
cherish the memory
of the past
and the potential
of the future,
being the calm
in my storm
and the storm
in my calm.
