My Mindful Poetry

Journals

“Journals”

I like to write.

More than that, I like

To write to friends and

Have them reply back.

I bring a journal along.

We each scribble our thoughts

In our personal time capsule.

Our years fly on wings;

Months, weeks, days,

Hours, seconds –moments

Of happiness. Things that

Allow us to grow, to become

Who we are.

To allow us to be there for

One another, for when the

Body can’t. To support, to

Give hope to one another .

To pass around the love.

So when I’m dead

And you ned someone

To listen, write to me.

Tell me what’s wrong.

Let your walls fall

Down, just like when

I’m alive.

Write to me.

Let me live again,

Through your calls for help.

Write to me.

Fill a journal up

And write to me.

                                      <3 becca

                             ps. I’m not going anywhere

                             I will always be right

                             Here, in this journal.