My Confession Poem by Livi Topley

My Confession



I wake from early morning rise
with no hesitation of happiness.
My smile is stitched across broadened cheeks.
Soft pillows. Crumpled quilts.
And sun seeps through broken curtain, cutting the room in strips of yellow.
Day break and new dawn
are my accomplishments.
And that is my sworded confession.

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