Hushed Truths

In the dim of the booth, secrets softly lay,

a creak of the door, like shadows at play.

Whispers of guilt, and the longing we bear,

float in the silence, heavy as air.

I listen, I nod, as hearts spill their tales,

a litany of failures, of doubts and of trails.

Here, in this hollow, we shed every weight,

a sanctuary woven, where honesty’s fate.