"As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories. Where I record each day’s activities Where I divulge my innermost secrets As my feelings overflow into each blank page, I get the therapeutic effect of unburdening my heart. Though I scrawl down in messy hand, It is a slice of my heart and I treasure it, More than any other document I have. Every day I empty my heart into its pages, My pen bleeds words in red. I paint me as I am, honest and truthful. I don’t want to be a sham. Here I lay bare my life, Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles. My longings and my heart aches My expectations, my disappointments My triumphs, my defeats My search through every nook n’ cranny for success My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat My moments of escalating joy My dark hours of crippling distress Everything I want to be, Everything I fail to be. Journaling, poetry, and prayer fill my day. They help me keep all my boredom away!
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