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The shame was never mine. I carried it once... not because it belonged to me, but because silence taught me to cradle other people’s wrongs. My heart loved, purely, wildly, like sunlight spilling through cracked glass. It was warmth, it was passion, it was empathy wrapped in the softest strength. My heart continues to love. Even after the echoes faded, after the names were spoken in anger, after the world tried to tell me I was broken... I still rise whole. I was always whole. Always complete. Always Blessing. Not defined by what was done to me, but by the way I still choose to love. By the way I still find light in rooms where others left only shadows. You see the shame was never mine. It was the weight of your fear, the reflection of your unhealed wounds, the echo of your own denial. I return it now... wrapped in forgiveness, tied with peace, set free in the wind. Because I remain me. Unfolded. Unhidden. Unashamed. Blessing Still soft, still fire, still here. The shame was always yours. Never mine.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
The Shame Was Never Mine
The shame was never mine. I carried it once... not because it belonged to me, but because silence taught me to cradle other people’s wrongs. My heart loved, purely, wildly, like sunlight spilling through cracked glass. It was warmth, it was passion, it was empathy wrapped in the softest strength. My heart continues to love. Even after the echoes faded, after the names were spoken in anger, after the world tried to tell me I was broken... I still rise whole. I was always whole. Always complete. Always Blessing. Not defined by what was done to me, but by the way I still choose to love. By the way I still find light in rooms where others left only shadows. You see the shame was never mine. It was the weight of your fear, the reflection of your unhealed wounds, the echo of your own denial. I return it now... wrapped in forgiveness, tied with peace, set free in the wind. Because I remain me. Unfolded. Unhidden. Unashamed. Blessing Still soft, still fire, still here. The shame was always yours. Never mine.
Oh healing, what a concept.
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23/F/Johannesburg
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
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