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Shame

To cast stones.

To stare down.

To withhold words.

Or kindness.

Or love.

Shaming.

It’s a wonder it still exists,

given we’ve all made mistakes.

Given we’re all human, and all of us

different. And entirely imperfect.

Empathy is the answer.

It can often be found under

the rock of unconsciousness.

But we will find it again,

say the hopeful

weary travellers of society’s

broken road.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

4 replies on “Shame”

Yes, Jason. It’s one of the heaviest emotions I’ve ever felt in my life. A very hard one to deal with. All the deep breaths, indeed. 🙂

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