Shame Slam
(c)Melanie Parish, 2010
It is the hot white flash behind my eyes
the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach
the churning river of not good enough.
It catches me at the strangest times.
A look,
a glance,
a flash of disdain from a stranger.
Wondering if the opinions of others
matter more than what I think of myself.
I strive to nurture my soul
to soothe my wounds with inner kindness,
but the bite of shame is swift and hard.
To protect my heart I must be ever vigilant.
You too…
