A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I’m feeling once more the waves of shame breaking 
against the shores of whatever healing I thought I was doing. 
Is it an irony that I can see all the reasons little me had to hide 
the truth, hoping to avoid this very tidal wave of shame, 
and now
 it is here but for a different reason?  I’m not ashamed
 of my attractions and desires, as once 
I would have been,
 but instead ashamed of the effort my subconscious has made
 to crush them and deny them. I’m ashamed it was so successful.
 And maybe that’s why I do need to talk about it now. I say I don’t 
because it’s no big deal, because it’s not a problem, because 
it doesn’t change me here and now, because
it doesn’t change anything about the relationships I have,
but still there are layers of shame, albeit not in the way
I would have expected. And what I have learned this year
about shame, is that the best antidote for it is to be seen,
for it to be seen, for me to be seen, to be known
in all my messy humanity, and still to be loved and accepted,
and even celebrated. So here, here is my shame. 
Would you help me hold it?