You Are Hiding Shame

Just like that—

when my kid was baby

I resolved,

after procrastinating,

for long years,

to learn psychology,

So I will understand,

her growing mind—

that of others too—

and keep her safe.

That was my goal.

Psychology is not easy,

but oh, so important,

the best shield around.

And I kept reading—

word by word,

concept by concept.

And something magical

happened to me.

Now I see,

what is hidden.

I listen to,

what’s not said.

Verbal talk is a distraction.

Facial expression,

body language—

can say it all.

I can see truth and lies,

clearly, crisply.

Our own family,

friends and relatives—

are not painting

the real picture,

trying to confuse me,

as if I’m gullible.

I feel empathy for them

and feel like saying:

Don’t weave stories.

I understand.

It’s just that

you aren’t brave enough

to share the shame!

You are,

a mortal human,

and so am I.

Don't try to be

seen as perfect,

always rational.

you can't be,

flaws, should be

your middle name.