Control/Shame

a poem

“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself” by Carl Jung (Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Page 327)

Twisting sideways
at night 
all the hopes and dreams start collapsing 
crushing your chest

You can't breathe
Sit up and cover your heart with your hand
let it wash over you
But this silence is still closing your throat.

You control the narrative of how you are perceived
because shame is a barbwire keeping you in your place
as the gap between yourself and others continues to expand
have faith or save your breath.