Emotion is energy –
the tsunami of it –
followed by a great flatness,
an empty sea.
Inland
my hull perches
gingerly
atop some box-like
edifice
and suddenly vertigo hits
the dizzy whiplash
of yesterday’s words.
Me and my truth
teeter
want to topple
long to topple and smash
red and splintered as flotsam.
Even the big waves
find some immovable object
to smash against
It’s the laws of physics
stranding me
in my own shame.
Out of the Cave 
a strong ending; ‘shame’ is not an emotion that is dealt with well; I wrote about it once in a tight, eight-lined poem which was published twice in ‘The Bulletin’, those long ago days 🙂 I put it on this blog in Feb this year. It still pains me to read it; as in your poem, it skirts the specifics of the incident which occasioned the shame, which is probably just as well
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I read it. I get it. Shame is a niggle… like having your spinal fluid sapped or something. But to find it I read a lot of your other February poems. Some lovely ones! I chuckled out loud a couple of times.
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thank you 🙂 I love to be an entertainer; I’m a failed stand-up 🙂
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