A 2025 Confession

A Poem for anyone longing for a more honest, whole, and holy 2026

A 2025 Confession

I wish I told
you how I walked
this year.

Of dread, and sorrow,
and feeling small.

The Savior would
knock. I’d let
him in, but only
long enough for 
small talk.

I wanted different.
I felt slow and sluggish
under heavy, iron ropes.
Each time I moved
the more tired I became.

I constantly wondered: am I allowed
to be here? Am I allowed
to rejoice?

This year when the
Savior knocks—
I’ll tell all.

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Wishing you all a happy, honest, whole, and holy 2026!

-DDW