I have something to confess:


I don’t upload every poem I write.


It’s not that I don’t trust you,


It’s just…

Some things should never

Make it out of my head;

Some words don’t deserve

The life I gave them;

Some papers just need

To be burned.


Some things I am not ready

To admit;

Some things you are not

Ready to overhear.


Forgive me Father…

And Mother too,


Sister, I guess,

But you are not my priest,

And you shall not hear my

Every confession.


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