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
