Mocking Shame

In those broken moments 

I pondered. 

There was so little to be sure of. 

So many mistakes to think of in my past. 

Wandering those corridors of my mind 

I found new guilts and shames. 

The silly kind. 

The ones that haunt you, 

but in ways that tickled those shames back into your mind. 

You would laugh at them, 

but then things would get serious 

and you wouldn’t be able to breath. 

That weight in your chest causing spasms 

and that dying sense of foolishness was no longer 

a laughable mockery, 

but rather, 

stood there

mocking you. 

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