I’m done with shame
Holding me in chains,
Repressing me,
Keeping me small,
For it was never mine
to carry in the first place.
Shame,
Be gone.
Henceforth
I hold my head up high,
Ignore those with axes to grind
And insecurities to defend.
Instead
I smile sweetly to myself,
And move on,
With grace, compassion and kindness,
For we all have our own journeys to tread,
Our burdens to bear,
And our individual battles back to
Ourselves.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
I’m done with shame
Holding me in chains,
Repressing me,
Keeping me small,
For it was never mine
to carry in the first place.
Shame,
Be gone.
Henceforth
I hold my head up high,
Ignore those with axes to grind
And insecurities to defend.
Instead
I smile sweetly to myself,
And move on,
With grace, compassion and kindness,
For we all have our own journeys to tread,
Our burdens to bear,
And our individual battles back to
Ourselves.
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