My Anchor

Crisp, white pages fluttering in the wind

Calling out to me

To write.

I am my words.

My ideas.

And my journal stores them all.

It is my companion,

My ally.

Without it, I would be stranded

In the vortex of my frantic mind.

Most of all,

My journal is my anchor.

When my anxiety calls,

Its blank sheets remind me that

My story isn't over yet,

And when sadness threatens to engulf me,

The stories hidden inside remind me of happier times.

My journal keeps me in the present,

And reminds me to keep fighting.

Without it,

I'd be lost and lonely in the sea of life.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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