144 Pages
A reflective poem about making peace with the chapters that have shaped us and embracing the story still unfolding.
LIFE & JOURNALING
Sharifah Francis
3/23/20261 min read
Written on four walls, the words deep within my soul,
staying there forever, till the walls themselves get old...
...and crumble,
and fall.
Written with intention, emotion and release,
whatever there is written has brought me inner peace.
144 pages I've chosen to let go.
144 pages I've left with no regrets.
Rain is falling softly under a moonlit sky,
light piercing through the window revealing walls that cry.
Tears streaming down its face,
from the words that were etched.
Every single word chosen carefully,
immersing the inner self in deep vitality.
144 pages; just the beginning of this book.
144 pages; a story gradually unfolding.
The writing continues because the narrative isn't done.
144 pages I've left with no regrets.
Reflection:
Some pages in our lives are written in tears, others in growth. Yet all of them shape who we are becoming. The beautiful thing is that the story does not end with what has already been written.
Are there pages in your story you've made peace with?
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