The pages desperately
Waiting
For my unspoken words
-secrets
-emotions
-and adventures explaining
-LOVE
-HOPE
-FAITH
-Sorrow and Anger
Still and as present as the sun
It sits,
Waiting for my gentle hands to hold it
Close to my heart
My Journal
With hundreds of blank pages left
Each line that scrolls down the page
Hungry
For my wise words
Like music my words flow
In a melody
Of
Soft
Spoken
TRUTH.
With anger as hard as its surface
I am
Yelling
Onto these white pages
With warm tears
I am
Crying
Onto those white pages
Expressing my sorrow
And with a smile on my
Face
I
Am joyfully describing my
Happiness
Gratefulness and
Aspirations
In LIFE.
It knows me more than myself
Holding all my past, I can look back
And be
Reminded
Of who
I
Was
Who
I
Am
And
Who
I
WANT TO BE