Shame wraps around like a heavy chain, 
A silent storm, a quiet rain, 
A wound too deep for words to speak,
A soul now fragile, once so sleek.

The weight of wrong, though not their own,
Still carves its mark, like chiseled stone.
In shadows dark, they walk alone,
Haunted by a grief unknown. 

The mirror reflects a stranger’s face,
A stolen moment, a stolen space.
Innocence, lost in a fleeting time,
Now tangled in the threads of crime.

The guilt seeps in, though undeserved,
A twisted tale that’s been preserved.
The heart bears scars that none can see,
Chained to a pain that longs to flee.

But whispers rise from deep within, 
A voice that calls to heal, to win.
To break the shame, to cast away,
The weight that steals the light of day. 

For though the past may hold its claim,
The soul can rise beyond the flame.
In time, the chains may start to fall,
And love and strength can conquer all.

Poem by Siân Williams
@satnamtherapy

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Join us in September 2024 for a series on Unravelling Shame – In this period between Lughnasadh and Samhain as we move from the light towards the darker half of the year, we invite you to join us to shine the light together into the darkness of the shame that we each carry.

We’d love it if you’d join us on this journey to unravel shame.

Contact @saoroexperience , @satnamtherapy or @michaelryan_thewayhome if you’ve questions or you’d like to get involved…