Journal as Memories

AS SHE TURNED ANOTHER PAGE OF HER JOURNAL,

“I was so stupid” she told herself,

And laughed,

While TEARS ROLLED FROM HER EYES,

AND

MEMORIES FLASHED IN HER MIND,

Some sad,

Some happy,

Some same people,

While some left

Some new friends,

While some old became even more close

But it didn’t matter

Because the time gone

Won’t be back again

Reviews

[Tazeen Ahmed]

This is true and relatable.
Honestly pictured!
Jounals can make you laugh or even cry. I think your imagination is truly amazing.
You've used simple yet meaningful words to emphasize the beauty of a journal.
Thank you for sharing.

[iamshadowine]

Thanks ^_^

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poetry. I have used my journals for writing since 1975. I wrote of the good days and the bad. You logic is true. Can't go back in time. But I believe the old journals are also reminders. We were loved by great people and we had loved also. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[iamshadowine]

Thank you so very much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Najam Us Saher]

This is totally me. I do the same. I reminisce the times and call myself stupid. I miss those people who are not around. I feel thankful and contended with the ones I have now. I really liked this poem. Thank you so much for writing such a relatable poem.

[iamshadowine]

Thank you!!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺

[Avinash]

This is the feeling we go through when we go through the pages of an old journal. The journey can be also torturous like any other journey.

[iamshadowine]

Totally agreed! Thank you