A letter to Shame

Dear Shame

Alas,

 the gloves are off ...
... oh there you are you sneaky piece of shame. Thank God I know how you work now. My word, you are a tricky fucker. How smart you are, an absolute fucking genius. Outstanding really. No wonder you are one of the most powerful destroying forces ever known to mankind.

I'm amazed at how you work ... but I have to say, you are pretty cruel. You somehow figured out that the 'Truth shall set us free', and then, you went and planted yourself in the centre of our hearts, the place from where we truly speak, and poisoned us. From there, you smeared yourself on every unloving act that has ever happened in our life, actions that have either been done 'to us', or 'by us'. In fact, you also often taint the 'Loving' gestures of human souls too, you are that devious and conniving. And then like an octopus, you wrap your tentacles around our hearts - and squeeze, clouding our blood stream with black ink - contaminating our once pure selves until we are riddled with you.

So that now puts us in one big fucking dilemma - that puts us in one big fucking stranglehold. Its a catch 22 - a weapon of mass destruction, because you know that a human being would, on most part,  'rather die than speak of their shame. You use our fear of not being accepted or rejected by the world as a ransom - and not only that, you laugh at us in that place, mock us, make us believe it's our fault - knowing full well what you are doing, knowing full well you are to blame, knowing full well we will shrivel into hole of disgust . Oh dear shame, you must have been treated so badly in your life to relish at human suffering.

Skeletons in the closet, your hiding place. You have somehow wired yourself into our beliefs that if we open the door and let the skeletons out, then we are well and truly fucked on all levels. Not just fucked ... but proper fucked ... you make us tremble with terror. Its tragic. Our frozen state of silence prevents us from ever showing the world who we truly are. The crazy thing about it all though, is, that pretty much every single other human being is smeared with the same feeling, but because of you 'shame' - nobody says a fucking word - and so we believe that everybody else must be 'hunky dory', 'hey Ok'  'got their shit together', 'accomplished' ...'somehow not as fucked up as we are' - But its a lie, one way or another, they are just as fucked up as we are, because 'shame' -you are rife !!

But I got out of your grip the other day. I told someone about you. I told them what I felt ashamed about. Granted, my words choked on the way out, no fucking wonder, your hands were so tightly wrapped around my throat begging me to not expose you. But, too late - I did. I let you out of the bag, and my God, what a relief - Ironically, the person I spoke to about my shame, sympathised, and loved me even more - the exact opposite of what I thought would happen, it seems humans are not so desensitised, and there was nothing to fear after all. One brave human opening their heart seems to soften the hardened stone of the other, Love then flows, and it is allowed to be felt, sometimes for the first time in their life. I know Shame, you hope with all your might that we never believe we can be loved for simply being who we truly are - warts and all, triumphs and traumas, the good, the bad and the ugly ... and this my friend, is your biggest bribe- 'Keep quiet, or shall tell everyone your dirty secrets'. And we fall for it every time ... until that is ... we speak the Truth, and then, only then, can your spell be broken, and we are undoubtedly,
Washed
and
Set Free ...

I'm sorry to have to break it too you, but the word is getting out now of your ways, more and more people are starting to talk and understand how to escape from your cleverly constructed, manipulative, suffocating hold - and it feels promising. There is hope in my heart that one day, we will all be brave enough to speak courageously of you. I have hope that as a human race we will stop suppressing you with sex, drugs, food and alcohol, and instead, we will prefer to swallow the bitter sweet pill of Truth, for in doing so, you will be released from our hearts forever with tears. This release of grief will create a void, and in the space where you once wedged your malicious self, and new friend of ours can joyously make a home, and yes, that's no other than your enemy, our saviour ... LOVE.

I hope to never see you again, but I am sure I will at some point,
so until then ...

Yours sincerely

Perry