My Journal

Childhood dreams scrawled down in vain,
A record of whims and fancies thru time.
A few scribbles to lessen down pain,
Otherwise its worth not more than a dime.

Secret thots that cannot be whispered into human ears,
A whirlwind of emotions put into silence by dumb ppr.
Some realizations penned down wise beyond years,
And then she signs off in a stupor..