Ode to JournalsA Poem by Anne LockhartThe small book that knows your highest hopes and your darkest nights It has 96 ink filled pages covered in memories with no room to spare The pages wear your tears and it winces from the angry pressure of your pen. A journal is an ocean where your secrets swim and each emotion can be found in the depths. A haunting melody, your life’s song plays over and over again in your mind until it has been released to sing across the pages of your beloved book A journal lets your thoughts escape, quieting the voices of your heart It chronicles your journey to the highest mountains of great joys and through the lowest valleys of deep sorrows No masks are worn, but rather your soul is laid bare. A journal feels like an old friend, the one that knows you better than anyone else. © 2014 Anne LockhartAuthor's Note
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