Written, October 20, 2023 For The Contest, “Journal, Junk, Jagged Words” Sponsor, Constance LaFrance
Wish I, a journal of my days, had kept from my teen years until the present time; I'd have a way to view and intercept each memory by date- a gift sublime. Be able to flip back on pages bound; recall those facts my mind, in time erased. The story of my life would then be found in written words- in real-time, be based. A day, a week, a month, a year- review the felt emotions then expressed each day; for most of them, long gone or faded, flew so far beyond what memories convey. My journal- snapshot of each day that passed- the good, the bad, and all those in between; the story of my life, through words, recast- to let what's known, what's buried, reconvene.
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