BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Phase 1
Dear Diary,
I’m writing in good spirits
A new day
A new me
Every moment is a precious lesson
Open arms to those who want it
Speak love to those who need it
Provide doors
To welcome venting
A smile…
Only currency
I’m accepting
Too many left behind…
From behind bars
On the streets
Even outcasts from families
That deserves their hearts continuing to beat
They deserve to be told they are loved
Treasured
And accepted
Not discouraged
And bullied…
Will speak out!
A price to pay
For loving humans
Diary,
I won’t give up!
Refuse to back down now.
For a passion
So hard to ignore
It burns my soul
That this lukewarm world
Can be so cold
On a higher path
Phase 2
Dear Diary,
I’m deeply hurt
So exhausted
From this heartless earth!
What’s the meaning of life?
When it’s a loan
To be paid in the dirt!
Time spent on fruitless harvest
My eyes refuse to be awoken
Dry cry
Became a habit
So sick and tired
Of being taken advantage…
I’m done being a punching bag
Labelled as an Empath!
Phase 3
Dear Diary,
In my solitude
I realized
I am who I am.
My purpose
A gift…
Be steady
To be grounded
To protect myself
In the river
of untamed,
My faith
Is like a boat
Riding out the waves
A cycle that will repeat,
I am ready to elevate
