A Simple Turn of Phrase
July 7 2022
Confess your love?
As if they were holding you hostage
and beaten the launch code out of you?
As if you'd committed some heinous act,
only to break down
under duress?
As if this were some shameful secret
and your conscience demanded it?
No.
A confession
because you know she won't feel the same.
A confession
because it's a forbidden love
and dangerous.
A confession
because how you have felt
has been too long suppressed,
even to yourself.
But how much better
to declare your love
proclaim
profess;
unstinting
unselfconscious
unafraid.
A strange turn of phrase, confession.
Half-hearted
with a whiff of shame and guilt.
I say, use a megaphone instead,
announce it to the world.
Risk rejection
fail bravely
expose yourself.
Or live disappointed
and die alone
all for the sake of a word.
The poem started with just that: the opening line. I read the phrase, and it immediately struck me as mealy-mouthed and suspect. After all, one confesses wrong-doing, not love!
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