My life's story,
Stored in numerous volumes,
Written by my own hand,
Has been with me for years,
Since I was in sixth grade.
The place of my therapy,
The soul of my existence,
The understanding of my past,
My journal stays with me
And walks with me wherever
I may go as it records all
Of my adventures and misadventures,
And takes every note in which
I may look back, contemplate, and reflect
And look to see where life
Has taken me over the years,
And shows me where it's going
For years to come.
Bound in a leather cover,
The pages contain my life force,
For they will be last of
My flesh as I pass into the afterlife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem