My Journal
Day one:
A secret,
A tear,
But only truth.
Day two:
Passion pours out,
Breath is shallow,
And I survived.
Day three:
Sorrow streams down my face,
Darkness clouds my dreams,
But I lived.
Day four:
Deprived of fufillment,
Void of feeling,
But I learned.
Day five:
Eyes are opened,
Light has healed my broken soul,
And I accepted.
This poem is about:
Me