I open this journal for the first time

Writing in secret as if a crime.

Pen and paper, when they meet

Mirror the echo of my heart’s beat.

This book of secrets, I say

Is where my thoughts now lay.

The place I speak where no one can hear

As I shed these cursed tears.

For just a moment, I may rest

To heal myself from these tests

That gets thrown at me in daily life;

Here I can be rid of that strife.

Dear book of paper and ink,

Please listen to what I think.

Though I have friends, none may listen

As I reveal a life once stricken.

Trust is a big step;

So many have wept

When they were betrayed.

Dear book, don’t leave me dismayed.