My Journal

Buried deep in its pages are traces of the trail taken by a life lived by trial and error Thoughts and ideas floating around light as a feather A few profound ones maybe, some sincere and others just silly really prayers, hopes and dreams leave their mark in there all my fears laid out bare and clues to finding my realm nestled between the lines Bits of me caught in the text by ink and glued on with love for the word and wonder at the mysteries of the world my tears captured and preserved as they flow through my memories watering repressed anger, outrage regret, grief,excitement, passion and even joy on occasion at times washing away the salt from my weeping wounds tiny rivers of emotion snaking through a life well hidden between pressed pages My journal is my confidant, Its confines conceal secrets some not even my own A trusty friend, even when I'm being a crusty fiend My steady ride or die On life’s often bumpy road At times even my confessional where I can unburden my heart Its been a good reminder when I forget crucial details And proved to be a very precise time keeper on our varied travels It lays right next to my head under my pillow at night Away from prying eyes but still close enough to my mind for us to hold fellowship in our intertwined dreams and wake up aligned as one