Ripping out imperfection

How a journal becomes a jail

Ripped pages of a journal
The rough edges the only remnants
Of secrets, musings and struggles

Gone is the peek inside
The restless soul who wrote
Of moments and memories
Of stifling indecision and anxiety
Of passion that feels trapped
Caged despite her beating wings
A jail built by her thoughts
Shackled by shame and sorrow

Every imperfection causes pause
And a temptation
To rip that page away
And start the journal fresh again