Confessions
Confessions
...are a place I call home.
I no longer care
who wins what,
how to get there,
when the right time is,
or the precise words to say
at that right time.
This is a poem about peace
and the price of that peace
which I pay out gradually
with my flesh, blood and bones.
When I woke up yesterday
there was nothing more I could do
to deny my own pain and suffering.
And that's when I knew denying
is what I've been doing all along.
So I've made my confession
and these words are now part
of my permanent record.
Let my next breath be
the beginning of a ritual
which brings me back home,
and restores my wholeness
in God and this Universe.
A confession has to be part of your new life.
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
