Confession

I have no gift
for a falling heart
about to shatter.
Do not be angry with me
for leaving, until
I forget how to not
give myself up.
Forgive me Father,
for it is my frightened hour.
Attending to darker things
is my specialty.
One does not live a life
incapable of tenderness.
I could lie, but I won't.
It has always been dark.
Believe me when I say:
"It has always been dark."

Reviews

[Tamika]

Wow. This is very well written, very sad, but also very relatable.

[Chris]

The kind of thoughts that I say "catch a breath" whenever I hear them. Sometimes I KNOW I am my own worst nightmare just ...because. Other times people seem to help me attain my darkness just because they can and silly me - I let them. BUT... there IS NO other ME exactly like me and I appreciate MY uniqueness and have come to appreciate those that - like me - appreciate their own uniqueness.

We can still laugh and cry... Listen and speak... Dream and hurt. That is what being real is ...being real.

A very thought-full piece Em.