There are so many things that embarrass you
You would never tell a soul, let those secrets die with you
Sometimes the feeling causes discomfort so intense
That you cannot even put it in words that make sense
You have a vague perception of your shame
But you cannot even privately give it a name..
You learn to suppress it, but it does not disappear ever
In some recess of your mind it continues to fester..
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Then one day serendipitously you read
Words that describe exactly what you need
To express the source of your embarrassment
It ends up being cathartic to some extent
Your unnamed discomfort has been validated
By the writer, who has unknowingly your feelings articulated..
Passion...unbridled 