Confession

It should be easy to proclaim,

I should know if you feel the same,

But the truth hurts in some capacities,

It’s hard to imagine the possibilities.

I vowed to always speak my mind,

I vowed to be patient, but to be kind?

To be kind takes a special type of person,

I don’t know if I am, I only seem to worsen.

My mind is my only place of silence,

But if it were truly a place of peace, why are the thoughts drenched in violence?

I seem to accept, the way my mind is.

It’s not right, but what else do I miss?

There is infinite knowledge, if only my heart could reach it.

But that’s the thing.

It’s the heart that feels it.

Right in my core, at the centre of my existence,

I find myself looking, with pure persistence.

Do I search for perfection in a lost space?

Or do I find myself falling, feeling trapped and chased.

What is the meaning? The purpose? The source?

You can tell me, but why would you, of course?

This isn’t the time.

This heart is no longer mine.

I give it to you amidst my confession,

Please do not destroy it, yet it does not need your possession.

I am fine by myself, please know that my dear.

I’ll dive headfirst, but I’ll remember to steer.

In this ocean we call life, there are always chances.

But we must know ourselves well, if we want love and advances.