In the stillness where shadows reside,
Lies a whisper of shame, softly implied.
It creeps like mist through the hollow night,
Veiling dreams in its secretive blight.

A mirror reflects the weight of regret,
Where eyes meet their truth, silently beset.
The heart clutches tightly to hidden scars,
While time etches guilt beneath the stars.

Yet amid the silence, a flicker of grace,
A promise of healing in time and space.
For shame, though heavy and hard to bear,
Can dissolve in the light of self-care.

So let the echoes of shame gently fade,
In the warmth of acceptance, where fears are laid.
For within each soul lies a resilient flame,
Capable of rising beyond the name.