Dear Diary
Between
the clasped covers
Lie the
clean, unsullied sheets of white
To be
carefully written upon
In
the quiet times at night
When
she can sit alone, unwatched
To confide
the shapeless thoughts
That
float around inside her head
And translate
them into the solidity of words
Until
they crystallise upon the page
Yesterday
there were brief anxieties
Worries
to be picked over
Like the
entrails of the day
And a
breaking heart to be repaired
If such
a thing were possible
And in
deepest desperation
She trusted
in the blank discretion
Of
her silent companion
Never
to reveal her inner pain
Nor 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
out into the world
And
that others may untimely know
Of her
guarded hopes and dreams
And tomorrow
there will be anger
Resolution
and determination
A
brutally honest appraisal
Of her
future prospects
Confessed
in some enigmatic code
To
her friend, her willing witness
The
pen fierce upon the page
Pressed
without restraint
Biting
through the paper
The
contents then quickly shuttered
And hidden
under lock and key
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