Confessing Soul Poem by ashok jadhav

The confessing soul speaks softly from within,
Unarmed by pride, uncloaked from practiced guise;
It names its wounds, its doubt, its quiet sin,
And meets its truth without a need to rise.
It does not plead for pardon from the crowd,
Nor dress its sorrow in heroic tone;
Its courage lies in standing unavowed,
Letting the heart be seen, and left alone.
Through whispered truth, the soul begins to mend,
Not healed by judgment, nor by borrowed grace;
It learns that honesty can still defend
A fragile self no mask could long replace.
So confession frees what silence long confined:
A soul made whole by naming what it finds.