CONFESSION
My words crouch
Like cowards on my tongue,
Frightened refugees from the musings of my mind.
I seek refuge in the touch of pen on pad
Written word
My shelter
My confessional
Without which I might never venture to tell
The truth
So profound in feeling
But so hard to confess.
And if you say “Yes”,
What then?
How do we begin?
I admit
I know nothing …
But this feeling.
The future is a whirling Dervish
And I am caught awe struck in the dance.
I leave it to you,
To destiny
To the gods of fate and reason,
To play out this hand.
I live
The soul of a poet
My heart on my sleeve
Hope my guide
Faith my tool.
I dream a dream,
Of love and loving,
And one day I shall
Wake
And it will be true .
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Stunning - from opening lines to last, I was drawn into your words - thank you, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.