RAW CONFESSIONS

By : Maatla Garogwe 🌷 I feel too much, my heart a heavy drum, pleasing others while mine quietly shatters. I stumble into choices I can not undo, curiosity dragging me into dark corners, tempting me with whispers I should not hear. I am fragile, restless, sinner, seeker, lost between want and fear, a prisoner of my own feelings, longing for release, yet clinging to the pain. I carry the world’s weight on my shoulders, while my own soul cries in silence, and every “yes” I give feels like a chain. I hurt, I fall, I rise, I ache, trapped in loops of guilt, regret, and desire. My sensitivity is both wound and weapon, cutting deep, leaving marks no one sees. I confess my faults, my fears, my endless wants, my restless heart burning in the shadows. And yet, in all this chaos and confession, there is a spark that refuses to die, a trembling light that whispers: survive, find yourself, honour your own fire, for even in sin, in fragility, in pain, my own flame may be the hand that saves me.