Ode to My Diary
When I open my diary
I can see my reflection of the past.
When it talks to me, I can see who
I really am as a person.
As the past talks to me,
I can feel the
dread and impulsiveness
like a cat and a dog battling.
It captures moments, big and small,
The laughter shared, the tears that fell.
A treasure of moments, time has swept.
In its lines, I see my growth, the lessons
learned, the paths I’ve trod.
In its pages, I find solace and peace,
A sanctuary where worries cease.
So here’s to you, my faithful friend,
Our journey together, may it never end.