I wear my shame like a cliché around my neck
I hold aloft my desire like a forced metaphor
My time spent wallowing in the, no not mire
There is an art to writing without it sounding
out in every line as art, and not just
the thoughts of your mind. My shame is my skin
My desire is my sin.
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (9)
Your writing always gives one a lot to think about one way or another. Great job.
God, I am reading through some vocal stories I missed, and may I say people are ON FIRE this Autumn! You very much included Paul!! Excellent visceral language in this one!
MY SHAME IS MY SKIN good lord I love that
Concise, raw, eloquent, brilliant. This is another favorite of mine from among the treasure trove of your work, Paul. I resonate with the struggle you share here, too.
"My shame is my skin My desire is my sin." I loved these lines a lot Sir Paul. I'm so sorry about the rejection. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Never despair, my liege. It is enough to try to make meaning.
the last two lines were powerful, my friend
Love the enjambment, and been there with shame (until I finally rejected it).
I don’t know why but I love the format here, how your line breaks are kind of interrupting the flow of thought, feels totally authentic to how my brain works and how chain of thought is often a little disjointed. Great impact!