I had a dream that a woman was scrubbing, with suds an inch deep, on my floor.

The floor in my basement, I thought wasn’t dirty, but there on her knees she scrubbed more.

What in the world was I trying to tell me? Basements contain the unconscious.

Am I doing well or not well enough to bring repressed feelings to conscious?

This dream did become an open reminder that I had to do some more cleaning.

And then sure enough, soon there in my face. I felt shame and then knew my dream’s meaning.

I’d been expressing some well deserved hatred for the fascists abusing us all.

And people kept saying that I shouldn’t hate, that hate only brings a downfall.

But I disagreed. “I’m just being real,” purging the truth from my soul.

After pondering further, I gradually realized, the deep missing link to the whole.

The truth had been triggered again by my family to realize my unconscious shame,

That religion imposed for hating abusers and turned it around to self blame.

My toxic religion and parents decision to follow their rules caused repression.

It never was evil to hate my abusers it’s an innate response for protection.

So, now I am conscious of imposed toxic shame that repressed rightful feelings of hate.

I give thanks to the woman who revealed the whole truth and now saves me from unconscious fate. ❤️