The Seventh Emotion


Shame sits on my shoulder saying it’s no idea. I don’t matter. I can’t. Shame throws a dark blanket over me and says “stay there”. Shame blocks the light. Shame makes me wordless. Shame makes me hide. Shame makes my feet loose contact with the ground.

How do you experience shame? Where do you feel it in your body?  What words, colors, sounds do you associate with shame?

Three daring writers met with Shame