#hopefully this hits for someone. thumbsup emoji

[slovo-theshattered-onion]

Poem, title: Shame as Frostbite

They Say,

shame is hot, it burns from inside, sets the room on fire,

They Say,

it's a part of us, cleansing and good.

To Them, It Is Holy.

I Say,

shame comes from our bodies, plunged in the arctic, turning up heat to protect us from frostbite,

I Say, It Mustn't Exist.

I Say, It Is Not Inevitable.

I Say,

we can be free, if only no one would tie us down, drowning among icebergs,

I Say,

there's better warmth out there, better safety, than one born of pain.

It Is Not Your Body that is wrong for hurting in frigid water.

It Is The Asshole Who Dragged You In that is wrong.

shame will stay like a curse, but it can one day be softened to pleasant bashfulness,

and it is Never Your Fault.