"Shedding Shame," Katarina Silva
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copyright Katarina Silva, 2013
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Guest blogger and poet:
Kyndall Rae Renfro
with commentary by D. Ellis Phelps
Guilt, be slain, you false accuser,
ha-satan, retreat, you devil . . .
. . . or, might I show hospitality
to my enemy? Give welcome at the door?
What gift is hidden in your lurking
presence?
None! None!
cries my wounded child, huddled in fear,
but, “Shh, shh, I will protect you from
our visitor, even as I feed him bread.”
I turn towards the intrusion,
I want you dead and gone!
But I look into your malevolent eyes instead
and wonder what you’ll teach me
as I refuse to cave under torment.
You were going to come in anyway;
might as well seat you at the table
where I can see and study
rather than be stabbed in the back.
Your lips curve in sinister smile,
but I have unnerved you, being so forward.
I will force you to speak clearly.
No sleepy whispers in black masks,
no sneaking in through bedroom window.
You will sit here in my lamp-lit rooms
and I will hear your case, unflinching.
In the inner folds of your long coat
there is a tiny but brilliant diamond.
I can tell by the way you finger the lining
of your gruff garment and by the stance
of your defensive posture that
though you’ve come to pillage and plunder,
you’ve got a prize of your own.
All the stealing intended to distract me
from noticing that what you are hiding
belongs to me. I recognize its glint.
Even through folds of fabric,
it lets off a shine–
it is the small and righteous truth,
searing as the sun, that shame
attempts to hide. It is the gift
of my own vulnerability; it is the treasure
of being who I am without any fear.
Friends: You do not have to bar the door or
wield a weapon; just out-trick the trickster, knowing,
Shame never visits your house
without a diamond in his trench coat.
Kyndall Rae Renfro
A teacher once said (and I believe this), that guilt is a form of self-inflicted punishment that allows the
“guilty” to continue some hurtful behavior (toward herself or another),
that the feeling of guilt is a signal to cease that behavior and ask
forgiveness (of the self or another).
After my current understanding of guilt as “permission to repeat hurtful
behavior,” arrived, I made a vow to banish guilt from my life by
amending my behavior. Yes, I had done some things to others for which I
needed to ask their forgiveness, but most of the damage I had done (and
sometimes continue to do), I did in the form of insidious
self-destruction: Anorexia, alcohol and drug abuse, engagement in toxic
relations and on and on and on. In my recovery, guilt is not welcome;
only acknowledgement of a mistake made and a new intention to change the
mistaken behavior. Over and over again. That is all.
D. Ellis Phelps
