In shadows cast by whispered doubt,
Lies the weight of shame, silent, stout.
It lingers in the corners of the mind,
A specter of mistakes left behind.

The heart beats heavy, wrapped in chains,
Of memories etched with crimson stains.
Each misstep echoes in the soul,
A reminder of the fractured whole.

Eyes cast downward, seeking solace,
In the depths of an internal palace.
Yet shame resides in every room,
A silent guardian of impending doom.

But through the cracks, light may seep,
To heal the wounds and secrets deep.
For in forgiveness, we may find,
The strength to leave our shame behind.