Embarrassed

Embarrassment floods my soul
like a broken dam
washing through my comfort zone,
drowning my sorrows.
Wherever are
the beavers of my heart
when I need them
to save me from myself?

Gnawing away
at my past memories,
chucking fears like a woodchuck.
Several dreams

cut short
by the sound of chainsaws,
engines tore
my thoughts
as I snored
like a log.
What's in store
on the other end of this fog?

Peace of mind!

My worries at last refined,
distilled into pure love, like diamonds
pried from the mines
that I hide
in this deep recess
of unconscious design.

Here,
in this silence,
of embarrassed concerns
there is naught
but a sign.

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