afraid
of those who
show me sympathy

squinting so hard
watering down my diary

the ink smudged tears
rewritten in poetry

clearly
to
blurry

tainted
i scurry

captive I fear
tears the tears
of variety


some might cheer
of such jeers
inside of me

but the truth
of the matter
is my heart
is my diary

abstracted
through
knowing me

on the one hand
poetry

in my other
i clench what you
do not need to see


my diary


so upset
it cries
with me

affecting
disecting

deeds trailed
less intact

thee impact
half fast

poetically

less cracks

There is no battle
Your heart is your poetry
Your Spirit is your Diary
Bring forth pure grace, dignity and humility
All that is in you,
Dark & Light
Is
Just is

good write as always,hugs to you my friend

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