Hidden Journal
Some learn between the lines
Some written neatly with ink
Or disheveled
With the liquid of the inner soul
Hidden within the depths of our minds
Our vision manifests
Thoughts of love and heartbreak
Etched inside the journal
She kept beside her bed
Timeless marks
Throughout the spiral of life
Even when our graves beseech us
And we become food for worms
Our souls depart
But our vision remains
In that hidden journal our young self kept
Should we have showed the world?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world