i confess

i confess

sometimes i hold

the flame under

my cupped hand

a little too long,

but i've got to keep

the homefires burning 

somehow.

i confess

sometimes i fall

a little too hard

down the mountain 

of you.

i confess

sometimes the first step

is one too hard 

to navigate.

i confess

sometimes i let the 

wrong voices sing 

my song.

i confess

to old habits,

new beginnings

and opening

to the moment.