Heard a song today on the radio
“What’s the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?”
I gave the thought a ponder or two
Diaries stuffed in the bottom of drawers
Keeping all those secrets moments
Making me cringe at just the thought
Now take all those cringing moments
They might stack up to the ceiling
But I have to give them thanks
If it wasn’t for all those scribbled journals
I wouldn’t be writing this.
What a week!
Or was it a month?
Everywhere I turned
So many emotions
A business venture
So much joy
Yet so much sadness
I never let myself stop moving
In fear of a mental lapse
Even in sleep
Wheels keep turning
Needing a way to escape
So I thank you all for writing such beautiful works
Allowing me to take a few minutes
And take glimpses into your worlds
While hitting pause on mine