Dear Diary,
My heart is heavy.
Each day I wake up bombarded by another tragedy.
The news shouts of hatred, death, and lies.
Society tells us who and what we should despise.
Extremes to the left and right of every cause and belief.
Demagogues exploiting our fears and our grief.
I am constantly combating tears and anxiety.
Terrified at our loss of humanity.
This, Dear Diary, is why my heart is so heavy.
I just needed to get this out of my head. My 10th grade English teacher would be mortified at the simplicity but it is honest and right now that’s all I have.
Here I sit with you
Both of us in sorrow
Too many worries
Not enough hope
Cling to me and I shall cling to you
Collecting one by one
Enough small bits of hope to build a raft
Together we shall float
Love this! Thank you for understanding and letting me know I am not alone.
I think your teacher would be proud of you. You convey your complicated feelings so clearly here. And I feel the same way as you. It’s all too much sometimes.
Thank you Rosalie. Mrs. Crisp was a hard teacher but she was the first person to take interest in my writing and show me it was OK to use it as an outlet. One of the many reasons I will always have respect for teachers.
I wrote a poem comment yesterday and it must have been lost in cyberspace. I wish I could remember it because it was unexpected poetry, inspired by you. For this alone I think your English teacher would be pleased.
but the jist of it was…We are here for you to lean on, even in the dark. Hang in there, together we are stronger.
I found it! It’s there – just took me a minute to find it. That’s a beautiful poem.
I am right beside you. I really am.
Always grateful for your presence. Thank you.