Shame

Tell me, weary traveler,
Has the road been too long
The night too dark
Have the Furies flown 'round your head, screaming at you
and whispering in your ears all the things you are not
and all the beautiful things you fear you'll never be?

Have there been,
When you pull yourself up wearily
Ready to face a blinding new sun
Those who repeat your darkest fears
and hint at buried nightmares
And those demons we all leave in our wake?

Weary traveler,
There's peace, somewhere
Don't harden yourself
Even when it hurts to feel
It's not what you aren't
It's not what you can't
It's simply what you are.
There's no shame.