Dear Diary

 

A candle burns, casting shadows on the walls.
Sun sinks in the west, shadows form, darkness falls.
A book lies open on the desk, faded and torn.
Pages blank, words unwritten, stories never born.
A pen is put to paper, thoughts freely flow.
Pain outpoured, hot tears shed, the words do not slow.
Faster they come out, and faster still they appear.
Stories told, scars revealed, and still another tear.
Won't stop to rest, keep writing until it's gone.
The pen put down, story finished, approaching dawn.
She closes the book, holds pages to candle flame.
Burn the hurt, leave the room, and never be the same.