Names on Paper

Every so often

I can feel a little shame creep

up the slope of my back,

the chill is like winter

and the feeling this gives me

can only be described as a gift.

Something handed out in secret,

but shared by the bundle,

always free to the receiver

and recorded by those

still being given nothing.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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