Old Blue Book
Dear Diary, it's only me
thinking of how I used to be.
The tears and fears of that one year
are writ and wrought and captured here.
If only I noticed what's true
too lonely to notice I'm blue.
So, maybe I'm colorblind too.
Just needing to write words in you.
It seems that you've been lonely too
stuck in a box and out of view.
Although I just ignore the dust
I can't ignore this childhood trust.
This diary is possibly
what saved my childhood sanity.
The cover's blue and cracking too
yet all these words still echo true.
Within each fold so cracked and old
this book I hold has tales I told.
For in my youth I sought a truth
yet never found a lick of proof.
I hoped I would find something good,
I've always felt misunderstood.
There was some pain and tears again
yet I heard music in the rain.
So now I smile, it's been awhile
since I wrote of that lonely child.
It's not absurd that I preferred
these ways to praise the written word.
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written for:
Bonnie's CTSS challenge phrase: 'within (each,these,the) fold(s)'
Barbara's FTD challenge phrase : 'too lonely to notice I'm/You're/he's/she's) blue.'
Sister D's private challenge: Write Read and Comment...phrase: 'PRAISE THE WRITTEN WORD'
By blind poet
© 2009 blind poet
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