I lost you somewhere along the way
my constant companion
you caught my tears, held my fears
and always listened
without copious amounts of useless advice
confidence held between your binding
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I had to suffer
(we both realized) it was part of the metamorphosis
the crucible set on high
burning away the dross
removing my misconceptions
purifying and readying
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you were thrown in the fire
charred and scarred
ink smeared and melted
I no longer need parchment page
the memory is embossed
a permanent reminder of life’s trial
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Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Mid week Motif “Diary”
My question to you: What have you lost or found in the pages of a diary?
penned in moon dust 