Minuscule Point

I've looked into the past
Through words written,

In early am, and
In the dark night.

Through journals of a ramblings drunk,
Some too high to even re-read or re-write.

Yet a line or a phrase
Stands out,
And again I am transported
To a time of my life,
A year,
A month,
A moment ago.

I continue to exert the powers

Of my mind,

And force it through

The minuscule point of a pen.

Just to point or express:

All I am,

All I've dreamed,

All I've seen,

And where I've been.

So someday I may know myself. ©