SHAME

Don’t hide behind 
That wall of shame
Don’t think that I 
Don’t feel your pain. 

My armor cracked
And somewhat worn
My heart strings tattered
Weathered. ….. torn.

Bruised and battered
Stripped of pride
The bare emotions
Felt inside.

Kindred spirits
Wounded souls
The same sad story
Has been told.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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