dear diary

i wonder how your heart has come to grow,

how the stories of your life have left the tip of your tongue,

and the wisdom the passing years bestow.

do you still twirl with the wind in your hair,

and giggle with the joy that comes from within?

or has the weight of time made you despair,

and dimmed the light that once shone bright within?

do you remember the thrill of your first kiss,

the sweet taste of freedom on your young lips?

or how it felt to discover pure bliss,

in the quiet moments, where your soul equips?

i hope you've embraced the curves of your form,

and found beauty in the lines upon your face,

for every mark tells a story, a norm,

a testament to the fullness of your grace.