A Shame Poem Poem by Vonnie Postit

I don't wear my shame.
i don't give it you
drenched in diluted dialect
beautiful regrets like
meteors falling, falling.
I don't present you my shame
like bread on a waiters plate
instead I feel it in my cotton jacket,
as I walk down a two lane sidewalk
sinking in my guilt
as they pause talking
to make room for all my walking,
all my uncertainty.
all I can consider is every reason
for why the sun doesn't rise to see me
or why when my friends are happy
and I didn't donate money to the Ronald McDonald house.
what a farce!
to think I would tell you my scars.
I am free
but who I was
costs more than you would believe.