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| A very old diary of mine I found while spring cleaning this year. I think it belong to the year 2006!! :) |
Ah! I was kept away in little locks and cages,
So many hearts sprawled across my so many pages!
I remember one particular day when little Ginnie cried,
And smudged the deep indigo ink even as she scribed!
Years later now, what she wrote is quite unknown,
Maybe she forgot as well as she left me long alone.
My yellow pages memorised her scrawly letters,
The words of her heart and soul strung nicely together...
That day they bullied her so much that she ran away from school,
They ran after her and she hid until the noon.
The next day her parents came and teachers made a story
To hide the evil vices of the rich donating family!
She was scolded and harassed and later that fall,
She left the town and left the school for Saint Paul!
I remember every little thing every little detail,
For she always said the truth to me in each of her tales...
She left the school, and she ditched me too forever,
For I was now just a part of something bad to remember!!
This poem is written for Midweek Motif at Poets United by Susan.
That sounds like one of those scenarios that only a diary (and the writer) could fully understand.
ReplyDeleteWell written
yes moonie... only a diary would believe...
DeleteWhat a very sad tale, the kind of story that I really can imagine being written in a diary, something that would long be remembered and not often spoken about. The kind of private memory a diary always receives well.
ReplyDeleteMary not just receives... but also believes... most people would call it untrue!!
DeleteHow wonderful of a diary to hold the pain until it can be left behind. You have captured this well and the details of bullying are pretty awful!
ReplyDeletethank u susan... a diary is a lifetime companion never betraying!!
Deletesad that the relationship fell apart because of something outside of your control...because you were attached to the memory of the bad place....agree with moonie, on the diary being the place to process out those feelings....
ReplyDeletebut thats what we do ... to forget past we leave behind things attached to that past... not necessarily part of that past!!
DeleteAnother excellent poem, Arushi. A sad story really. "teachers made a story / To hide the evil vices of the rich donating family!" - as a teacher, I am sorry this should have happened to you. Cover ups are always wrong.
ReplyDeletetheyre usually more of a management work... but thanx gabriella...
DeleteDiaries are for that ..na ?..they can hold the pain..can carry them... nicely penned...
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love the photograph of your diary... :-)
thank u maniparna...
DeleteA sad story.......I am glad she had the outlet of her diary and also that she moved away from where life was so hard.
ReplyDeletebut she also moved away from her diary!! i wish she had stayed for that!!
Deletetales of unhappiness in scrawly letters are so deeply touching...beautifully written Arushi...
ReplyDeletethank u sumana... loved yours too!!
DeleteWhat a lovely perspective to write from..and also good that Ginnie could leave her diary - a good sign!
ReplyDeletei think she was not very loyal to the diary!! but thanks Rose!!
DeleteI like in this sad story that Ginnie was always saying truth....good for her. ~ How good of diary to keep these story as reminder of pain...~ thoughtful writing.
ReplyDeletethank u humbird.. diaries are meant to keep secrets... sometimes maybe forever!
DeleteI suppose diaries do show that we are more that one person and often it is the person we don't want to be. It's much better to write poetry and keep people guessing.
ReplyDeleteoh so youre the silent ones... i liked to keep a diary once... but even i like poetry more now!!
DeleteI really love your poetic style. Has a wonderful story and all the words rhyme. You amaze me, seriously.
ReplyDeleteThank u james... I really try!!
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