The diary pages posted

Say hello to my soul.
As I pour her out on this sheet
she often speaks of sorrow
or perhaps  something sweet.

She vents without fear,
on this lined paper so well.
She speaks of heaven,of hope,
words prior to these may have whispered hell

without fear of judgment
she leans on you for strength.
Writing lines with great passion.
Growing more dynamic in its length.


Grasping every paper,
hoping that no one may see.
Yet praying so hard…
She whispers “may someone read these!”


She walks by with great haste,
While more words in her head form a parody or haiku.
Inspired by love, inspired by pain.
She gives her heart to the reader, she hands her heart to you.

She ends with uncertainty,
for she knows not what else it may need.
She leaves all the errors
just praying that no one, yet someone will read.

She pours her mind out,
So that she may hide her feelings and start anew...
she vents to this paper.
But in reality she is laying herself out to you.