Pickeled Journalist

 I took the time to dogear all the pages of my book
Instead of reading through them I decided to take a look.

Standing on the very precipice of a pickle
While caught between a hard place and a rock is so fickle.

So I examined all of my life from my birth until  my death
I find that every line and word puts me out of breath.

I've known pain and joy the same as all the rest
But in the end I know my time on earth the best.

In some chapters I came out fighting away my past
Still in others I gave way to a future more than vast.

Page after furious page of reading numbed my mind
Still I burn them hoping consequently to just go blind.

As I read through consequences of actions I'd commit
I found at every turn I simply wished not to just submit.

I fought nail and tooth to keep whats left of me
And shared with the world all the beauty that I see.

So if you will, join me please, on this precipice
Wander over the edge of this pickled journalist.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

It's always interesting to take introspection of ones life. To see the mistakes or victories and learn from them. Good poem.

[realmwriter]

Thank you, glad you liked it.

[Ruth]

Unique perspective of one's life and journey...
Good to see you hon
x

[realmwriter]

Good to see you poppy. Thank you so much for the review.