Journal Entry

• Jade Rohrlach, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

I wish I could write,
Really Write.
Stories, poetry,
Anything.
It's all just a bunch of words,
They muddle together without a melody.
Not worth reading,
so it's not worth writing.
Except myself,
Maybe I will read all this one day.
Remembering when I was young,
Happy.
But am I really happy?
Or just breathing?