Shame

9-11

Shame:
its spindly, iced fingers intertwined with spines of guilt,
subtlety weaving criss-crossed webs of black,
embedded in memory,
blocking vision with its darkness,
trapping dreams in venomous fibers,
twisting up expectation into tangled chaos--saved to be digested another day
and another
and another.
     What?
It is finished.
     Have you not heard?
You are forgiven.