Blessings And Confessions

Countless blessings as day takes flight
Windowsills and the starry nights
There’s so much that I don’t know
Take a breath and then count to ten
Close my eyes and play pretend

I count confessions that much I know
Hold my tongue but the truth be told
I don’t know what I don’t know
Warm hellos and our last goodnights
Painted lines and great divides

Stoic Poetry

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