The Journal

In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind, I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the Fields of complete abandonment. A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country Of the mental unconscious mind, then free fallen into The waves of insecurity, rescued by mine own self Sustaining life preserver, called survival. Line by line I’ve written into my life journal, leaving a Legacy behind me worth preservation’s finest gilding, Bound are these pages of mine existence with love, Tenderness, and freshly cut rose petals, of remembrance. Reflected in the cover of my life book, are the joyous Faces of those whom loved me beyond words of Expressions comprehension, without emotions tears For they celebrate my life, not with sorrows regrets But with prides respect and honor. Through hell’s fire I’ve rambled and traveled, being Tested by friend and foe alike, but I’ve lifted myself Beyond the flames of reality, bathing within the warmth Of a divine faith of loves power everlasting. I’ve been given the spark of the eternal, it breathes Within me, it drives my spiritual being, to over come Ignorance, intolerance and ambience sloth of spirit. At times I’ve been tempted to dance, against the flame That flickers in the night, teasing me, taunting me, To choose wrong or right, but mine feet stood stead Fast, yielding only in my secret world of dreams escape. Yes I’ve mused amongst the fantasy realm, Flying, soaring into the abyss of illusions mirrors, Clashing as a bird smacking at the glass of reality, But I’ve awakened wiser, a soldier better prepared For the battle known as life. In this journal I bequeath all that is the best of myself, To those for whom I’ve touched, and in memories moments Of stilled realization that I’ve gone, dare let no tears blind Thine vision let no words of sorrow spill from your trembling Lips just do me the one last favor for which I ask of thee, Simply look upwards, and smile. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN