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Welcome to my open journal. Read, sip and stay awhile. Cheers.

A Corner of the World

A Corner of the World

There is a corner of the world I call my own.
It is consciously cluttered with life and love letters.
Quotes and ink, they live among each other in harmony,
nestled upon a wooden pedestal swollen with unwritten worlds. 

In this corner, he greets me with a cup of coffee, tin cup approved.
A peak, no less intimidating than a blank screen, in the distance,
the trail open and waiting. 
An awakening face dawns a look of determination and pride.
He affirms every climb is worth the fight, worth the work.

A faceless painting gives me free range of emotion.
It stares in no direction, leading me nowhere while ensuring everywhere is a possibility.
Sadness, frustration, elation, confusion, they all have an equal seat.
Each one necessary for growth, for uncovering the truth.

Thoughts written by hand grace closed pages.
They reveal tales of teenage days: the beauty of a simple crush,
the gut-wrenching heartbreak of a game lost. 
They relive the time when the world felt accessible, like a playground,
Where Ithaca was discovered among olive trees and now lives in ink on my wrist. 

Life is ever present in my corner of the world.
A flame dances to the beat of my fingertips, to the rhythm of my breath. 
Movement is constant, the flame not complacent with standing still. 
It smells of warm rose. 

Selfless are the green leaves which anchor and drape.
They absorb toxins within thoughts and negativity among feelings. 
These leaves do so happily time and time again. 
Poisons now recycled, refreshed, return to my corner of the world,
And, to my delight, expose constructive lessons every now and again. 

A village is summoned as my hands glide across the keys.
Virginia urges me to make room for more dreams than stars. 
Henry shares there is a miracle waiting at the edge of comfort, if I dare allow myself to visit.
Mary Anne reminds silence can rival noise. 

A space to undergo open heart,
A space to escape while remaining stationary and grounded. 
It is a home within a home, topped off with a glass of bourbon.
Curiosity incites writing and a curious gaze attempts to distract. 
This is a corner of the world I call my own.

Cheers, Jessa

Photos by the lovely Rose Colored Creative

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