Shame

shame cuts my voice
a whipping wind
pricking cold insinuation
sneaks through layers
of insulation
frenzied air rips words
like flowers root and all
from lips to lung
bare me in my flaws
naked in pause perpetual
inflorescence trampled
leaving streaks of light
hovering behind
eyelids sealed with tears
until the overbearing negative
consumes and covers all
with the lack of darkest night

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Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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