Diary

March 31, 2008 at 10:54 pm (Uncategorized)

this book is covered
with flowers
and pretty things
but I’m afraid
that inside
it will be filled with
black
and
hatred
and
disappointment.
My hair is done
and
clothes
just right
And I am afraid
that
I
am filled
with
black
and
hate
and
disappointment.
I pray
that
somehow,
in filling this
pretty book,
I will empty
myself
of
worthlessness
and find,
once again,
the light
and
purpose,
and
love,
that 
is
hidden
beneath.

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1 Comment

  1. Guitarkeaven said,

    God Bethy, where do you come up with this “sense” its so touching your “inner consciousness” woman…you are so “in touch”….it boggles my mind.

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