In those broken moments
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,