Dear Diary

Dear Diary

Between the clasped covers

Lay clean, unsullied sheets of white

That she carefully writes upon

In the quiet times at night

When she can sit alone, unwatched

Confiding her floating thoughts

Translating them into mere words

Crystallised upon the page

Yesterday there were anxieties

Worries to be discussed

And a broken heart to be laid bare

In deepest desperation

Trusting in the blank discretion

Of her silent witness

Not to reveal her pain

The nagging ache of love and loss 

Then today there are things that must be said

Confided to her intimate, her familiar

That she cannot tell another living soul

For the fear that secrets will escape

Whispered into the world

And that others may untimely know

Of her inner hopes and dreams 

And tomorrow there will be anger

Resolution and determination

A brutally honest appraisal

Of future prospects

Confessed in enigmatic code

To her willing friend

The pen fierce upon the page

Without restraint

Biting through the paper

The contents then quickly shuttered

And hidden under lock and key

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2013