This is the opening for my book of poems, "Confessions"
It just needs that pesky cover image...


Confession

Hear me out, There is truth to my words these days.
That wasn't always the case. It wasn't that I lied,
I was just dishonest in expression.

Meter is a surface I used to find funny.
So I used it for everything, made everything punny.

Rhymes read juvenile, likely because that is how I read them.
It's not about the rhyme, though.
Rhymes can be old, they can cry,
they can truth, they can lie,
they can die.

But a wall can't fully represent what stands behind it.
I think that's what I saw.

The wall is inherently a dishonest expression, isn't it?
Painted, it will represent anything, including itself.

So, I remade that wall into a window. Stained glass, for direction.

I use varying opacity to show less of what I am,
paint over it entirely to tell something different where I can.

One day, if I dare
The wall will be of air.



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Written on 2026-05-27 at 11:16

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
As a poem this is good. But as an opening poem for a book of poems, this is amazing.

It does a great job of setting the tone. I love it!

And that final couplet, recalling Plath, is a banger ending.
2026-05-27