I bow down my head,prepared.
Masked behind the lattice,
to confess.
My regrets, my happiness, my sorrow,
my sins.
I know not what is behind the gaps,
sitting silently.
Listening to many disclosures after mine,
before mine.
A still witness to peoples words,
attentive.
I lean forward trying to steal a glimpse,
of my confidante.
The soothing voice reassuring me,
teaching me.
I hold my breath for a verdict,
my punishment.
But I receive nothing but guidance,
never judging.
It has become an unconscious need,
for approval.
From the one that matters,
me.
I gain comfort, I gain solace,
peace.
As I pardon myself and realize,
I am only human.
2 thoughts:
Very interesting. When it starts...I am thinking the confession booth...and then I realize..that's not really what you are talking about...because what is on the other side...is you.
you hit the target right on the mark with your interpretation! :)
but the thing is... the person on the other side isn't rly me towards the end... i'm still on only one side of the booth. its just that 'my mystic counsel' makes me realize that whenever i come to confess something, i shouldn't be seeking approval from somebody else or trying to justify my actions in some way... i just have to learn to accept my mistakes, not just learn from them. but embrace them as part of who i am.
it was just one of those moments of re-realizing one of the basic concepts of life :)
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