An Entry

I look upon it to see my soul laid out bare. Snippets of my life open to the world without a care. Ink settled on paper turns to magic. Stories that are comic and some tragic. My only true friend who never turns me away. They are always there night and day. To scribe with pen my deep emotions, to write about my daily devotions... It is the mirror I hold to see myself clear, to figure out what I hold dear. A journal, a diary, whatever the name.... those words are mine to claim.