Shame/Word Count 60

The recovery from shame (Diatelle Poem)

Shame,

Buried,

Then carried

In a dark heart.

Where life becomes tarried,

Open arms, once loved, pulled apart

By what's hidden, no chance now that hate's dart

Sinks deeper, held with evil's clawed, barbed hooks. Then came

Hope, chance to remove spines bound in black art.

Untangle, refresh and restart.

Live again, unharried.

Words to impart.

You sallied.

Undid

Blame.