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