Pages of My Diary

Tattered edges of the beginning
The words aren't fading
But they're not as
Stark
I opened it
Truly
To only a
Few
True few
Who
Handed the
Naked
Lonely words
A warm blanket
Of understanding
Some even picked up
The pen of hope and
Helped me write when
I felt like screaming in the
Middle of my isolated storm
Making me feel not so isolated