DEAR DIARY

DEAR DIARY

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"Every day is a page to write a new story".

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Sunday        I wasn't sure dear diary, would I find a new home here

                      Would this be a permanent place to live without leaving

Monday      This morning I greeted them with a smile so wide
                      Hoping they would accept this frightened, tiny me

Tuesday      Hello diary, my little sister does seem subdued
                        Like me she doesn't speak, but she seems quite wise

Wednesday Dear diary, my father is indifferent, avoiding me
                        Does not treat me like family, more like an assistant

Thursday   Quick scribbled note today, my mother wants my healing
                       From illness and from gayness, She's praying every day

Friday         I spoke to my social worker, I cannot live there anymore
                       The care for me is too hard, they want me to go away

Saturday     Hello my quiet friend, today writing is so painful
                       I packed my things and leave, can't speak, too broken


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Today         My sister wants me with her, she fixed a room for me
                      She loves me and embraces me, I think I will go            

Tomorrow I will have a home, and I will start brand new
                       I will make this work, my diary, we turn this page, you're blank.

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Poem by Darren White
2nd place in contest: Quote Prompt
December 5, 2016