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“Shame is the most powerful, master emotion. it’s the fear that we’re not good enough.” Brene Brown
From The Let Go Do you speak with your voice or merely wave at meaning in a symmetry of apathy founded in your dark denials, a shrug offered as dialogue that simply fades away towards your inability to feel, to touch the mess, the untidy parts that inhabit your tight self-creation, long hidden from your memory, holding shame hostage, always fearful that someone will pull that trigger and expose your irrational thoughts, but you loaded those bullets yourself and they're waiting for you to defuse them and you will once you notice them. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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So honest, love.
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Yes, it is so transparent, many thanks.
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I love the first two lines in particular. “Waving at meaning” is such an apt metaphor.
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I often feel that we do that when we’d rather avoid or pretend.
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Scary it’s so true
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Yes, yes indeed, thank you so much Cheryl
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Someone once wrote that the difference between a poet and everyone else is that they don’t give in to shame. I thought about that a lot, and it seems to me that when we are trying our hardest, as poet’s tend to do (or this poet always has, anyway), even when we push the envelope it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
These last three years I’ve had this targeter adding false charges to a legal record that a lying daughter got off already to a false start.
All of a sudden everyone here in the US is obsessed with one another’s legal records ~ just the charges and complaints, not their results (no convictions except the first, which I volunteered for in my daughter’s best interests) I feel shame, and shamed, all the time ~ not because I deserve it but because I so very don’t.
Old tactics against feminine power. Same six words ~ work whether or not they’re true: Whore. Gold digger. Thief. Witch. Dirty. What else? Oh, yes, neglecter of children (nobody cares if a man of power does that, of course).
Sorry. Pissed off right now. Thanks for receiving my rant, my brother ❤️🩹
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I wonder that it is shame about our powerlessness in the face of evil. I often feel it most when I can’t stop the bad. Yes, the labelling (though I am a white male and can support myself) i am so aware of it right now. There'[s a very public case at the moment in Australia – a rape case (and I’ll bet immediately you’ll know in your bones where this is going) where the female victim has been consistently let down by federal parliament where she was employed, the the Minister to who she reported, the PM who could have done something at that time, the police, the defence lawyers, the prosecution team, the media in particular, the public no less – seems everyone has a legal opinion! Gah. Slut shaming is rampant and I’m certain its potency is understood and is addictive to the misogynist crowd. I hope you can be gentle on yourself, and one day have something of a let go? Thank you for sharing this.
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Hah ~ if it were a man, they not only wouldn’t care, the whole incident would be a feather in his cap.
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Yes, life is that binary – we need a revolution!
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👍🙋💖
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Wow what a deep and reflective poem – beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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