Fickle
A journal or diary is not the same,
As the experiences we encounter face to face,
What we write down on paper with our trusty pen,
We must experience to understand,
And though we may think we already know,
A new moments right around the corner to show,
How quickly things change and how fickle our feelings,
That affect how we think and how we are being.
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
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