a shame is coming,
lurking over the horizon.
it hisses, coughs and laughs.
wanting its presence known.
brewing in hatred for reputation
refusing to revere character.
on its arrival they tried to flee
billowing into the distance
swallowing galls of mistakes
preceding this life was full
an opportune to live
not crying yet
flashbacks strike like lightening
and shame held the bolt
stomach upheaving
electrocute emotions
a story numbed
search not for a heroine
search for the moral
but tis not a fable.
ask restoration
to call on each name
gather together rebuking shame