Shame, shame

The concept of shame is deeply rooted in one’s upbringing and socio-religious
milieu. As one grows older, however, shamefulness begins to evolve from
a stabbing sense of guilt to character-denting wounds that, like cancer
cells, begins to kill parts of one’s emotional makeup. Even older, and
shame clothes itself in the malignant coat of self-denial and one dare
not seek the resurrection of feelings and memories shamefully left in
its deadly wake; not even for healing and restoration. Not for
anything, except for shame itself. Needless to say, there is much in my
life I am ashamed of.