Secrets come to knowledge
All alone I sit to ponder
upon my yesterday’s choices that I kept in secret, hiding memories in the dark.
When you came to me
with knowledge of what was secret, I knew it was time I come to confess; time
to disembark.
***
Memory I lack when
called out to stand amongst what feels like that of thousands;
My heart cries out what
my mind has approached with sudden, surprisingly new demands.
***
Mistakes I confess in
desperate need to find a means to save the immense purity of our lively love.
Beg you must I really to
believe honesty is spoken with my confessions? God, guide me now from above.
***
Speaking just to sound
pretty is not what my intentions should be perceived as when my heart pours out
in confession.
You must obtain insight
into the depth of the person I have lived for so long and see as presently I
have strengthened with self-mirroring lessons.
***
I find ending in my
confessions addressed in more than a single sitting. Watching, and again, as
the weight bares down upon you.
Why must you ask me to
promise that my words spill out truthfully, when trust you lack in me without argue?
***
I speak what you seemingly
cannot accept as truth, even when my truth falls short of your offensive accusations.
Standing firmly I
repeat my actions and confirm truth spoken. Try I must, to not take offense to
your disturbing allegations.
***
Back and forth you rock
rapidly as your mind attempts to wrap around the given situation.
My eyes examine your person,
like water caressing a structure, I grasp what befalls me if your doubt embraces
my dire explanation.
***
Fighting your thoughts would
be like taking red to the raging bull, expecting continued life rather than death.
Your doubts are but a
blind battle to failure in which I choose silence. I will, beside you, feel
your every rapid heartbeat while aware of your every timely, stressed breath.
***
Love is announced as he
moves his arm for her welcoming, head to chest position as he has moved for the
last fifty years... Such daydreaming was sought, on such a troubled, baring
day.
Morning layered by relinquished
secrets brought life burdens affecting what was to happen but leaves hope for tomorrow’s
possibilities of what our future may
portray.
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