Dear Journal

    Sometimes I ask myself why,
I come to you at night.
    To tell you my hopes and dreams,
The things that happen and how they seem.
    My life sometimes may become a blur,
The emotions inside begin to stir.
    At times I write to you for hours on end,
When I need to let my heart unbend.
    The time when I was last heartbroken,
Sadness spread throughout; Unheard; Unspoken.
    Like lilies afloat a lake on a summer mornin’,
You give me joy again and again.
    At the end of the day,
I must set you in your place.
    Then go off once more to dream my dreams,
To fill my future with things unseen.
    Till I write tomorrow,
Please remember, you hold all my joy; pain; and sorrow.

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