OH, MY DIARY! Poem by Tommy Brian

     

My daily log of experiences,
There, my memories are conceived,
It is strong to hold them together,
Compiled, firm and accurate,
That each memory never fade.

A great companion,
All through the day and night,
Room for deep memory,
Pad for a solid record,
Cherishing the beauty of silence,
Placing value on oneself.

When the heart bleeds,
The pen releases ink,
My cry and laughter,
I condone all along,
My heart, open to embrace the past,
And careful not to get swayed by the storm,
Leaving the memories still so fresh.

The eyes see nothing but her image,
Exposing greater truth about oneself,
If the feeling can't be confessed,
It does not worth it,
Although, the diary bears it all.

A record of events,
The depth of thoughts it contains,
How interesting it is,
And all the time I wondered,
Who can be my memory keeper?
Much more than my diary,
It is blowing in the wind.

WRITTEN BY
ANIYI OLUWATOMIWA
(Tommy Brian)