Crisp, white pages fluttering in the wind
Calling out to me
I am my words.
And my journal stores them all.
It is my companion,
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.
I'd be lost and lonely in the sea of life.