The Journal

                                    You unlock the journal,

                                   but the pages remain empty.

                                  They are waiting to be filled

                          with the emotions imprisoned inside of you.

                      They ask you to give them your heart that feels hollow.

                         They beg you to show them the depths of you soul

               that seem ineffable.

                      In return, they will tell you the secrets of life.

                        In return, they will unlatch vaults of hidden,

              valuable treasure.

 

                              But the world binds the soul

                                    with iron chains.

                       The world buries the heart with sand

                            so the beauty of your depth becomes close to invisible.

 

           You live in a shell,

                                   in a false reality.

                            Away from the soul's mirror

                       reflecting pictures of loss,

                           and the pain of your past.

 

           The journal sits, alone on the desk.

                       The pages are calling.

 

                   But the world has sapped your inspiration.

           The hurt is too strong, so you stopped letting yourself feel.

             Emotion has become a vague and unwanted memory.

                     

                                     Chains and sand have dulled your beautiful heart.

       Your soul is jaded, abandoned, and nearly hollow.

 

         The journal sits on your desk

              to this very day...

                            

          The empty pages are calling you...

               

                                 Wanting to be brought to life...

 

 

Reviews

[Lenah Mehzabin]

''The world buries the heart with sand
so the beauty of your depth becomes close to invisible.
You live in a shell,'' .. Exactly ! we our thoughts and opinion for ''right'' get coverd under the pressur of sinners nd their sinners .we certainly loose ourself or better if we say ''destroyed'' .we live in a jail. I loved it ! very meaningful ''sigh'' of life u designed in this poetry

[Calissa Knox]

Thanks so much, ReD!

[Natalia]

Beautiful. You created amazing imagery with your words. And also very creative using the journal to enhance the emotions of the person you write about. Well done :)

[Calissa Knox]

Thank you very much, Natalia! :)

[Lourisa]

A powerful, emotional poem. Feather, you did an amazing job. It is one of those poems which do more than just touch my heart, it makes me feel every word. Thanks for sharing.

[Calissa Knox]

Thanks so much for the encouraging review, Lourisa!

[A wright]

This is a beautiful poem, i relate to it so much i feel as though it was made for me lol

[Calissa Knox]

That really means a lot. I'm glad you could relate to it! Thanks for the review!

[Pól]

v v nice. Sums up how I feel at mo.

[Calissa Knox]

Thank you! Glad you could relate.

[Joiedevivre]

"But the world bounds the soul
with iron chains.
The world buries the heart with sand
so the beauty of your depth becomes close to invisible."

oh so true!, philosophical with deep emotion with a tinge of frustration and melancholy, I really like this and your style of writing. Often through writing we are brought to life as much as our thoughts are brought alive through our very essence.

[Calissa Knox]

Yes, very true. Thank you very much for the review! I appreciate your encouraging words. :)

[Jack...]

Now this is one very cool piece of work. I like how you have taken this image of a book filled with empty pages, an inanimate object and given it a life of its own. The metaphor is a perfect depiction of someone's lonely life. Very well done.

[Calissa Knox]

Thank you very much!

[Anand Sehgal]

They beg us to show them the depths of our soul,

which we cannot understand.



In return, they will tell us the secrets of life.

In return, they will unlatch vaults of hidden,

invaluable treasure.

awesome lines. And awesome viewpoint created by you. enjoyed reading :)

[Anand Sehgal]

We live in a shell,

in a false reality.

Away from the soul's mirror

reflecting pictures of loss, and pain.

the more you drift away from yourself, you more vulnerable you become.

[Calissa Knox]

I really like the line you added. Very true. Thank you for the review!

[Anand Sehgal]

pleasure is mine