Open Diary Of Me

Love and flame my poor heart speaks
I encourage true love
if I was a little girl
I would change everything that gave pain
I would wrap myself up in love,

But I am no longer a child
I am a woman that had been in and out of love
How sad it is to understand the pain of it all
when love leaves you to fall
Some say that is the beauty of it all,

Image the astonishing beauty of rain
I touch many artist eyes
readers minds as I write out my pains
I understand my own faith
yet, for my own sake I rather let out my cries
in the number of years I felt my heart slowly die,

I unwrapped my pains into my faithful diary
it is a heavy yet rough plaid material
it fastened with brass clasp
but as soon as it was to be open
the heartaches begins
with an outcry pain that has no end.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1999