Rain Diaries Poetry MIC

I leaf through your tender pages,

Into a time capsule of the past:

You, who transformed from reams of paper,

To absorbing my precious stories…

The curls, sways, and lines of my tender fingers beholding;

Stories resplendent with…

Pride and Smudges,

Power and Fall,

Love and Desire,

Order and anarchy,

As you witnessed me blooming

From the tiny timidity

To the I-live-my-life blossom;

 

You have been my mirror:

The mirror that froze my charm,

The mirror that gurgled my silliness,

The mirror that shared perspectives,

The mirror that cleared a many clouds;

The mirror that enlivens my listless, mindless monotony.

 

Your strength beshines:

As you hold my repressed millions and blurted thousands:

The repressed million

-Thoughtful, measured words that I wish were aired,

My vocal folds and ovalling lips snared

The blurted thousand

-Thoughtless, oh-so-uncalculated blemishes I spurted,

I wish I had instead snorted.

 

Dear Diary, You are the unconditional love I seek

You are the non-judgmental listening I trust

You are the depth I traverse

You are the sky I fly high

You are my rain that fall and freshen

You are my rain that flow and flourish

You are my rain that renew and nourish!

You are the me that I adore and cherish;

You are the me that I adore and cherish!