Haibun: Shame’s Glue

When I live out my shame, I tend to be telling myself, “yeah, they’re probably right about me.” Whoever said I was stupid, yeah, they are probably right. When she rejected me, yeah, she was probably correct about who I am.

Without that agreement, her rejection falls by the wayside; his put down is silly.

But the glue for the shame is my own self doubt, that crack in my story for the glue to adhere to. Shame that doesn’t have anything to hold onto just washes away.

cactus burnt over

wild fire hold over still stands

with spring now at hand