O' Journal, My Journal Poem by Malik-seven Navarre

O' Journal, My Journal.
A friend you are, my best.
When I'm upset, you kill my stress,
To you I can confess.

O' Journal, My journal.
I'm mad and filled with rage.
When in this phase, my pen relays,
My fiery feelings set ablaze.
And then, when calm, I turn the page.

I feel that I might blow a wheel,
That I might start a fight.
But when I'm with you, instead I feel,
The desperate need to write.

I feel that I might pop a lung,
If only I could scream.
But then O'Journal, my burning sun,
My friend who'll never leave,
With pen in hand, at my command,
You're like a lovely dream.

At ease, I put down, and feel,
Your energy maternal.
My problems cease, and I'm at peace.
Thank you 'O' Journal, My Journal'