Literature
Honour and Shame
In shame I was born,
in shame cast aside,
unwanted, unloved,
thrown out to die.
I was hopeless till you came,
I was helpless, I was nothing -
yet you saw past my shame
and lifted me.
You lifted me up,
up, up into glory,
a place of honour by your side.
You showered me with blessings,
you covered me with gifts,
you swore me your love:
you were mine, I was yours.
Ashes turned to beauty,
the waif became a queen -
but I forgot
what I had been.
Honour turned to pride,
beauty to a curse.
I abused your gifts,
I threw you aside.
Eagerly, hungrily I sold myself,
gave others what belonged to you,
turned honour in for shame.
I was falling,
falling do