Musings from a writer's journal
Early Poetry
Early poetry from the scrapbook, Jillian Kae Antonson.

It makes me laugh

it makes me cry

those many memories.

The joyous days

the sacred nights

the sweetest harmonies.

I have hated

I have loved

I can’t ever forget

even my pain

my many crimes

those things I will regret.

I was strong

and yet so weak

and I survived it all.

All my hopes

my distant dreams

I stood, and I will fall.

But there to catch me

are the ones

that I love the most.

I’ll always have my memories

sweet and bitter both.

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