“Soulful Journal”

I have a soul much like my journal. On the outside it’s torn, broken, and even a bit patched up on its back.  Its face bears the advice of those loved and respected printed on pale white canvass. Inside, its pages are filled with words, some smudged and misspelled, yet written with passion. On each page are the wonderings and tales, hopes and dreams of a young girl struggling to walk the high road despite her broken frame. Just keep turning those white pages lined with gold, for though sorrow, heartache and ugliness may well be seen, not one ends without hope. Each page holds the promise of a new beginning and a fresh start. Just keep turning those pages and diving deeper into my being, for though broken and torn, it won’t stop writing. Until each one is completed, my pen out of ink, and my hand too weary to hold it to paper, my soul won’t stop.