Trapped in the prison of doubt
I call out to you to and see my existence...
I remember how the smokestacks roiled
A riot of noise that thumped and boiled...
The weight was lifted
breathes came deep...
With the irritation of not finding answers
I waste my time on simple questions...
He said he loved me
But he lied...
As I stare at the blank piece of paper,
I find no words to fill its emptiness...
When I am all alone
I can feel...
More confident
More mature...
I am not beautiful
and this I see...
June 17th 2003
Dear Diary...
Dear son,
I know your only 3 months old...
When last the story was told, the journey had just...
To find the dragon's dark lair afar...