Dear Diary
Posted: Wednesday, September 21, 2011
by The Old Gray Mare
www.DressYourHorse.com
Life is a series of busy days and a whirlwind of excitement for the young teenager as she starts classes in her new school. She wants desperately to get top marks and make good on the promises she wrote in her diary - her goals have been set high and she intends to meet each one. The Diary is her "truth serum." It alone knows her promises and high hopes. After all, she is not one to break her promises, nor does she lie. Integrity has become her companion. God and her Diary are privvy to how serious she is about the future.
This teenager has an aching and terrified heart. She'll do what it takes to become the person she is expected to be and maybe, just maybe, she can save her father.
She writes from her heart, practicing her most difficult subject, poetry:
It has been hectic. I have been such a busy girl
That my life has been an upside-down crazy whirl.
I have wanted, Dear Diary, to tell secrets galore
And talk to you at length about the boy I adore.
Each day at school he looks at me with lovestruck eyes.
What can I do. So I blush and I fuss and I improvise,
Putting my thoughts into neutral and gazing away
Because my folks won’t approve. I cannot overplay
And disappoint by getting involved and wrecking plans.
Don’t be upset my parents. Don't give me your bans!
Dear Diary, I promise not to look back if the boy gawks at me!
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Hi Heidi.
I never kept a diary. I think I was afraid my little sister would find it. :) I was shy (still am somewhat) and easily embarrassed.
I enjoyed your essay and poem. It brought back memories of my own of pleading with God to please let my dad survive his cancer and I would be such a good person in exchange. I kept my promise to be good, He didn't. Ah well.
Hugs,
DianneI would never have had to worry about anyone reading a diary. My parents would not have looked at it and my brother, with his 7 years older age, would never have either. But I did not really keep a diary. I made some feeble attempts at jotting down on the calendar. I'd go gangbusters for a while and then I'd get my head wrapped around something else and the time and interest never would come back. I applaud people who are disciplined enough to get the jobs done. I have been in your boat pleading and begging for something I needed to happen. For the most part, I kept my promise too. I guess in your dad's case, God wanted him more than leaving him here. We just don't know the whys. It's blind faith -
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