Diary of My Days

Little blue book

Opening to my touch

                need you so much

Shh ... it's a secret

                but my head must crack

for a minute or two

I turn to you

                You understand

                                don't say a word

Writing with a fever

                and I don't know

WHY?  You won't tell

                I understand myself

My private little hell inside

                a book

it dwells day by day

                my thoughts collapse on a pen

Jumbled and careless

                THEY FALL

But then my book sweeps them up with her worn fingers

                And reminds me of

A Grandparent I never knew

A father I never had

                A mother that left

A brother's death

                A sister - CAME CLOSE

A love - will it last? 

My DIARY knows.

Mdawn (circa 1996)