Dear Diary
I know I left you for months
I wonder if you will forgive me
And accept the inks of my talkingpen
The pages in you were still empty
But the ink in my pen was failing
more reasons I kept you in the cupboard.
Dear Diary
My best companion
I want to tell you a secret
The secret of lives that suffer
Lives that are dying in addiction
Lives that are craving for deliverance
Lives that are thirsty for growth.
This is it....
The SHACKLES!!!
Diary,
Yes, shackles.
You know what that means?
Of course you should
It's part of the word in your glossaries
Shackles of Hidden Sin.
Shackles of Secret Sins
Shackles of not opening up!
Dear Diary,
Permit me to stop here for now,
I will surely come back for you
You know I truly cherish you
But you can't go to the dinning with me.
©talkingpen
T