I tell you here , there is no denial
I sat on a heavy night as fight in my trials.
Weaving many things together for a conclusion,
The one I couldn’t reach, maybe for a lack of reason.
I heaved a sigh and looked up ,
My eyes fall on the hardbound brown diary sitting on the shelf right on the top.
Opening it again ,I felt was a must
As what it collected was much more than dust.
I went through the pages, that feeling I couldn’t help,
as the pages rolled, the fight within felt closer to myself.
I read, I understood and embraced my motive that had started to fade,
Emotions and pain, for which I had the diary made.
One more thing yet again I discovered,
I already knew where I stood in everyone’s life,
I knew it better. 😌