Written by Danielle E. Pasqua

Copyright © August 12, 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without my journals

Without my notebook

I am naïve

I have no home

I have no voice

I’m simple as can be

 

Without a song

Without a poem

I would’ve never known me

I have no tears

I have no smile

There’s more to my integrity

 

If I were artless

And never wrote at all

My sky would be starless

There would be no season of fall

Innocence would be heartless

Genuine would be an empty hall

 

So with my journals

And with my notebooks

I am an artist in every way

No one can discourage me

No one can take my soul away