That Shame Of The Past.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the afternoon
of my life
i read my past,

funny. sad.
some happy times,
but there was
also that shame
that i want
kept hidden,

i have no word
for that,
no name, no place,
i erase all the
images,

somehow you know it
and if we see each
other again, you may
make me glimpse
a little, but

i am ready to forget
but if there is
really a need to
recall, i swallow

that fear, that shame,
and i will face you
and i will not be afraid,

i will tell you thanks,
i learned a lot.