And beneath my skin lie the graves
Of past lives I have laid to rest
But still, the ghosts of my sorrows
Emerge from dust-filled crevices
And rattle the cages of my bones
“Hush,” I tell them
For I have been taught to fear my darkness
To bury it with guilt, cover it with shame
My corrupt flesh, my blemished soul
Yet I cannot fear the ghosts
That steal amid my tombs of anguish
Instead, their presence reminds me
We’re all just haunted houses
Yet to understand
How frighteningly beautiful
We really are.
© Kathy Parker
Good writing Kathy! Spooky 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
Kathy, I love how poignant,true and to the point your verses are. Like this one. ❤
Thank you dear heart! xx
Love it!!! Your writings about shame and authenticity ring so loud with me. I gave a speech on Friday night about the shame that I’ve carried with me and I used your vitamins as physical and emotional preparation, I read them aloud To practice my projection and pacing and articulation but ultimately for inspiration. It is strange that you are in Australia and I am in Florida and you are giving me your strength. If you are interested, I will send you the link to my speech, just email me. Thank you again Stern you throw is echoing in the world.
Andrea, thank you, that’s so humbling to my heart that you used my words to help you with your own speech! And congratulations on doing something so brave and daring. Bless your heart xx
Such a talent and a gift you have…… birthed out of a deep place ❣️
Thank you so much Robin xx