My Journal

It sits on my desk, plain as can be
Inside it's filled with pieces of me
Desires and secrets is what it holds...
Back track through the pages as my life unfolds
People and places, rights and wrongs
Emotional feed back for which it longs
It will not turn it's back, it will not walk away
It's my very best friend who is here to stay
My secrets are safe for it cannot tell lies...
It only knows what I've seen through my eyes
It cannot give comfort, nor offer advice...
Lonesome and wondering, it will only entice
The object it reflects is the only flaw I see..
For this endearing reflection is described as Me

~rolo

Not one of my best, but it's a poem.