The Note

I finally filled every last page

But there is only one that has my attention

It's blank on one side

Folded in half to hide

Those words you wrote so long ago...

 

You probably don't even remember

It's been so long since it was mentioned

This little note

Words that you wrote

Back in the days you were mine…

 

You bought me this journal

As a token of your affection

To write all my dreams

Instead filled with screams

Of a heart just trying hard to survive…

 

Now I stare at this page

Trying to make my decision

If I should read

Will I once again bleed?

The old wound ripped back open…

 

Its time to remove the stitches

Holding closed the incision

In the center of my heart

Just need to part

With old feelings best left alone…

 

I can not resist their pull

These once heart felt words

What might they be?

I still have yet to see

Were they even true when they were written?

 

I fold flat the seam

Opening myself to more hurts

I've made my choice

And here your voice

Echoing in my head as I read…

 

"I had an opportunity to make

A dozen wishes on shooting stars

You've answered my wish

My one special gift

Thank you for your love…"

 

If only it was still true

The sentiments of your heart

That I should be cherished

A love that won't parish

Your one special gift from above…

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

this was good! I have experience the feeling of reading something writen long ago by a loved one. the way you incorperated it into the journal image was great.
How looking back on happier times brings us pain but also a joy of what we had.
Great Write! :)

[Adam Jordan Turner]

Well now i see why you have been itching for me to scratch this one of the list, i'm sorry it took so long. Ok it's beautiful. End of story. Point Blank. It reminds me of something I do quite often, I have this keep sake box in my closet that I just refuse to open for many reason, but mostly because I'm just not quite sure that I want to reopen the past. Pleasant or not. But it is mostly the unpleasant we fear to revisit. I really love your honesty in this, it's so real, I can see a girl with a journal afraid to open it up for fear what she may remember; but sad because the journal itself was supposed to be so special, and it only turned out to be specially wrong. I know the feeling all too well of something good gone very wrong. My favorite stanza was this one:

Its time to remove the stitches

Holding closed the incision

In the center of my heart

Just need to part

With old feelings best left alone�

I love this one because it is the most honest thought. Especially with "old feelings best left alone" cause the truth is they're actually not best left alone, those old feelings, if they're too disturbing to even revisit. But we as humans compensate for our fears by coming up with logic, such as, "these things are best left alone". I love it, great write girl!

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