Dear Diary

“Dear Diary,
Today my life has really truly changed again,
All of a sudden: an epiphany,
For all I said before was blind, naïve, and false,
Now I know exactly what and how,
No longer shall I howl and cry and scream in pain…”
So read the pages of my awakening,
The ebb and flow of the loss and gain
Of childish fancies and brand-new wisdom.
My scrawling hand rises and falls as life’s curious tide,
Its loops and curls the joy and fear that comes back and back again.
I turn over the page and turn over a new leaf
As I avow the present, mourn for the past, and live the dazzling future.
One thousand thousand fundamental soul-searches
Whens, and whys, and wherefore-art-thous,
Brooding wanders in the lovelorn rain:
Each year sees me shed the skin of the past year’s Truth.
I do not flounder in this cycle-
I let the tide wash over me;
The rough and the smooth will always come again,
But why despair over the inevitable reality of life
When I can smile at its delights
And learn my lessons from the lows once more.
I admit that I now chisel this into my mind’s stone tablet:
“That ne’er again will lose in love
Or ne’er love at all-”
But like anything so shall this wisdom ebb
And flow and ebb once more
One day when I am older and wiser again.