Little confessions

The little confessions out of the blue

Where you’ve been all this while?

Hidden under the scars I thought were all there was to life

Or perhaps under that sturdy defensive aisle?

Like the horizon after the rain you surfaced

An idea affirmed yet incomprehensibly distant

Existent beneath the storms and rains

Reassuring, but an unreached mirage at the same instant.

The little confession out of the blue

Fed unwittingly by life’s intent flow

Only to surface at a moment when all else materialized

And when it’s time for new seeds to sow.

The subconscious nuances of the mind are surreal

How they foster thoughts and actions beyond our control

When it all seems mundane and unbecoming

Little confessions surface on a roll.


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