The Confession…

We linger in the air,
Clinging to you without your knowledge?  Yet you know of us.

You make us every minute of every day,
You speak us into being, rarely seen, little known.

We obtain your darkest secrets,
your sins, the unspoken words,
The emotional truths,
The twisted admissions that have been uttered from your lips,

Conjured from the depths of your thoughts,
nothing but pure thought,
The rawness of the avowal is captured within us.

We are your dreams,
Your humiliations,
Your happiness, envy, anger, Your fears,
Left to float aimlessly in the wind.


Your confession..


Jasmine McKenzie

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