Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

Shame’s Wet Spot

A poem about childhood regression

Photo by the author, Mark Tulin

You might know me

I was the shameful kid
standing in the middle of the room,
fearing a reprimand,
after another nightly regression

Was it really my fault?
Did I drink too much last night?
Am I lazy or was the wet spot born out of frustration
and trauma?

Embarrassment always leads
to remorse —
it seemed to happen that way
whenever I fell into a…



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