But, the other night, these words tumbled out of my brain down into my hands, and out my fingers into a word document. And right now in a moment of feeling brave, I’m sharing, before I can talk myself out of it.
Shame and Compassion
Shame and Compassion.
Dark and Light.
Black and White.
Night and Day.
Shame is twisted, sneaky, sly.
Smoky, conniving, hurtful
Wrapping itself around you
In chains
Squeezing the breath out of you
Tainting each one of your cells
Compassion is a white cloud
Wrapping itself around you
Fresh air
Breath
Oxygen
A blanket of love
Shame whispers,
You deserve this
You have brought me upon you
You deserve darkness and misery
You deserve that black feeling within
Compassion counters,
Let me fill you with light
Love
You are okay
You are a child
Shame often wins
Zapping energy
Leaving cold
Numb
Despair
But Compassion gathers strength
And eventually dispels Shame
Using powers
Of Love
Not weapons
Not Pain
And you thaw
And you fill with light
And you try to hold onto that feeling
For next time Shame tries to get at your soul
5 comments
Beautiful! You ARE a poet!
A beautiful poem. A beautiful poet.
Love this Jen!
You have a wonderful way with words, and amazing insight. I love reading your blog! I have 2 sons on the spectrum. I have sensitivity to noise and don’t like crowds. Thanks for making me feel not alone.
Amanda, thanks so much for reading and leaving this comment. I’m so glad you can relate and feel a little less alone! That’s my goal with this blog so it makes me feel good.