But shame has roots and mine are deep

shameplant

i touched

a memory

and like a shameplant

it curled away —

too soft

to hold the weight

of regret.

i watched

my own reflection

pull back,

flinching

at the thought

of being seen

too much,

too soon.

there are words

i try to speak

but they

fold into silence,

like leaves

pretending not

to feel the sun.

i wanted to grow,

but instead

i learned

to retreat.

shame has roots

and mine are deep.

i’m sorry

for the blooming

that never came.

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