Deary Diary,
Poetry today.
Before Dawn
In the stillness of the morning dark,
Void of the call of any lark,
The trees are silent and waiting.
The day ahead could bring anything.
The quiet air surrounds me.
I am enveloped in what could be.
Before the bustle of the coming day,
I breathe the dark before sun’s ray.
I feel your presence all around me.
I see your face, but unclearly
Intermingled with the truth and pain,
Laced in love and joy within the stain.
I embrace it all to live what’s real,
To grow and die and truly feel.
Striving to be unhampered by
Superficial things that bind and tie.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
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