Facing Facts

I found some old journals, I used to keep
They contained secrets of my life, all unfinished
incomplete
Notes and scribbles, occupied me for hours
It’s contents weren’t exactly, roses and flowers
I kept myself awake
fighting desperately
an impatient ache
Whispering to my heart
Focused fully
The feeling began to start
Urbania in lust
A time before
I knew there was such
Stories upon stories
Keeping track
of then
Finding comfort from perils
Bound by the heart
Digging up the weeds from the start
Day one.

August 31, 1976 12:49AM

To be continued ..