Dear Diary

What simplicity –

Tattered pages stained with ink

docile and intimidating.

Yet what powers lie within.

Broken hearts and passionate pleas;

silently scribbled.

Kept in loving care –

but what would come of it?

In other hands -exposed.

Naked truths cherished;

and in goodness written –

in anger read.

The mystery of things left unsaid.

Of hidden deeds.

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