spiral

and
so
shame starts.
small. so small.
but as it adds on,
emboldened by spiraling growth,
the innermost self nests hidden back where it began.
some days it feels like you barely even want to journey from there to here anymore.
and though at times the cool darkness feels like a true friend,
only the long trip finds warm light
as we cycle through
nautilus
and its
coiled
length