What is it
I don\'t know
Something that I wrote
Not by my own might
Not in my own mastery
There is this voice that I follow
That whispers to me
And says \'Don\'t keep secrets to yourself, share them with others and do it the most when your heart struggles\'
So in that way I bless
In the urge to confess
Through a thing called \'a poem\'
And a saving grace.