MY CONFESSIONAL LETTERS
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Ongoing, First published Apr 22, 2020
"He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso
confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy."
     ~ (Proverbs 28:13)


From self-discovery, to self-denial; bonds of procrastination to freedom of thought; to rediscovery. We all have doubts, as Christians, or otherwise, and what we most seek is clarity. What is most important is to never give up.

MY CONFESSIONAL LETTERS is a collection of poems written over different periods of time, over a number of years, to date. The first of the MY CONFESSIONAL LETTERS poem, 'The First Letter: Dear Namakau' was penned in 2014, a confession of Smiley's feelings for this girl, which he never got to deliver. The book is full of the confessions of what I should've done but never did, what I did but should never have, decisions and indecisions, experiences and what impact they've had on my life. Through this, Smiley says, the aim is draw lessons that incite change, in the reader, and me, because ministers not only speak to other people; to have a winning spirit, trust the extent procrastination, that can greatly hinder one's progress in life, can be overcome. Mindset matters, happiness is an attitude, so is winning.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.