Sunday, March 6, 2016

Diary

Treasured thoughts 
and broken words
on weathered pages 
from long ago.
Locked inside a tiny child,
a voice still speaks
child now gone
entrapped in words
for me 
to remember again 
that child
and feel again 
those memories 
to find again myself,
the me, 
nobody knows

9 comments:

  1. "To find again myself, the me nobody knows." This line is fantastic! I think everyone has some of that inside. To find a glimpse of it preserved in time...priceless.

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  2. This makes me think of my diary. I wonder where it is, and I pray no one else has found it!

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  3. Me too. I had a diary that even had a lock and key. I wish I knew where it is. I have diaries from my 20s that I still keep.

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  4. What a treasure, to find the writings of your childhood. It makes me think of the time my parents came across my school journals...that may end up being a post of mine, soon. Thanks for the inspiration.

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  5. I didn't have a diary, but I did keep a shoe box of really bad poetry under the bed when I was a teenager. It's always a toss up for me, between regret and relief that none of my writings survived!

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  6. I didn't have a diary, but I did keep a shoe box of really bad poetry under the bed when I was a teenager. It's always a toss up for me, between regret and relief that none of my writings survived!

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  7. I wish I would have kept my diary from Middle School. Thank you for the beautiful words.

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  8. I love the line "the me that no one knows" if we let it our writing can be a great healing tool. Sometimes it's just hard to just get going! This slice challenge gives me the nudge that I need.

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  9. Lovely words. I love that you are sharing poetry here.

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