Sunday, October 9, 2016

Dear Diary

There was a time I couldn't speak, but to you I could.

Back and forth I'd go, home and to the seven-floor building.

Stuffed and stored,

To you, I'd empty my day.

While most slept, you were awake for how alone, but alive I felt.

You understood how both could exist in the same breath.

You held my hand through the worst,

And smiled at our best.

But then we lost her.

And I clung.

"If she's okay, then I am too."

But that only carried me so far.

And losing her became losing her again.

I wondered how both could exist in the same breath.

I was full of words,

Yet none at all.

I tired of my own voice,

So I lost it.

And myself too.

To figure my life out,

I turned in.

While my nephew was recently back in Portugal I said,

"Sometimes you have to go away to find yourself, Ash."


Funny how when talking to him or students,

I'm often speaking to myself.

Yes, I had to go away.

Have I found myself?

More than before,

But still taking each day as it comes.

My Dearest Diary,

I've missed you.

How are things, love?


  1. Good to hear from you, Jen. Still think of you.

    1. Hi Stephanie, it's nice to see you too. Thank you for thinking of us. I hope you're well : ))

  2. We've missed you too. Yes, sometimes we need to go away to find ourselves. I love that. And I love you. ♥

  3. So happy to "hear" from you and I think of you often! I hope you check in again soon! xoxo Shannon