Public Confession
Writing is my meditation
Not a gift from the gods
It serves to keep me sane
It remains loyal at all times
It has become a common thread in my short existance
Ever present in my unruly life
Its there to speak in my absence
An open platform for my insane views
I can bare the depth of my soul under its protective shades
Its door step is homage to the constructively insane
While remaining anonymous to the world
Its knows neither judgement nor bounds
It is indeed my medicine ball
Years have passed in a rash,people have come and gone
I have grown in and out of life
I have been frowned on and embraced
I have achieved goals and failed tests
Experienced rainbows and butterflies
Got caught in rainstorms and sand dunes
Been overwhelmed,but it remained constant
This is my public confession
Devoting my undying love to it
As i have learned,love doesnt grow in the shadows
Throughout bad rhythms and swell times
Heartbreak and recovery
It remained dependable
More loyal to me than i have been to it
It asks no questions and receives no lies
It is the keeper of my indiscretions
It knows no betrayal from denial
It is my redemption
I have bore the corners of my soul
Unshed decades of darkness, as i burned the midnight oil
In all shades of grey
Inked in pallel verses
Yet,you remained my biggest follower
You have listened to my whines
As i moaned and groaned about my imperfections
Relieving me off the weight of the world
You ask nothing,yet,lend an attentive ear
Greater a mate i have found in you
As i bow to confess my sins,you borrow me strokes of courage
Your loyalty remains a humbling gift
You have carried my guilt
Bestowed on me fresh pages
Reminded me of my true purpose
As i continue to be a lone spirit,in a search of a true calling
In you i have found a better reflection of myself
I am no shakespear,just an ordinary being with something extraordinary to share
By:Masemola Rebone
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