dream journal- a poem

Hannah Ross

Oct 3

1 min read

My journal has a dream

It pulses and vibrates to get heard

To get read

To be written

My journal has a dream

It tells me about it

Through its mouth to my hand

Hand to brain

Brain to paper

My journal has a dream

So much heart to give

My journal loves

My journal laughs

It screams out in agony in which there is no relief

It wobbles in worry when all it can do is weep

It melts and shlumps up against a wall unable not to write any more words at all

Alas my journal has a dream

No beginning no end

A dream swirling round and round and round

Until POP off it goes again

Dreaming

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