I found an old journal of a girl I used to know,
her heart was broken again and again waiting till the day she could find her light.
Isn't she me?
She's who I used to be,
now she's looking through a prism to see herself all changed,
the one who she always wanted to be.
I have her journal, the tear stained and beginnings of poems that never finished
ones she never knew would ever be finished by me.
I put it on display for all to see,
the old life I used to live and what I can now be.
I found an old journal of a girl I used to know,
she was me,
and now I look at her through a glass frame
as a reminder of the old life I lived.
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Aww this was so powerful and real. Give the readers hope that things do get better. And its a blessing to look back at the hard times you came from. Great poem.