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Diary of Paige (Prt: 1)

Contributed by KishaLovesCare126 on Tuesday, 5th April 2005 @ 04:08:00 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional



Note: This poem is going to be kind of long. Its about this woman who is reading this other womans Diary trying to put together her life and turn it in to a book. I'm sorry if it's too much for people to read but, I wanted it to be something different from what I normally write. I hope it was worth it. Comments and Rates!!!!

4/1/05
9:47 PM


Deep in thought
I find your diary with your name
Engraved Paige
I unlock it
Begin reading your life.

Running my fingers over your writing
Memories
Secrets
Thoughts
Fears
All of some you kept very well hidden.

I stagger through all the day
Has brought on
Your life makes its comforting to come home
I see you as a distant friend
Someone I would of really loved.

I flipped to page 2
You talk about the winter
How cold it made your bones ache
Flakes on your knees and elbows
I know how you felt.

Next you wrote
Rather you drew a picture
In your day as you got more coffee
A little girl in a ballerina outfit
Pretty as an angel
She was sitting on the curb with tears on
Her face she's looking down
That empty dusty road
Wondering where her ride is
She ponders if it's ever getting there.

Leaning back in my chair
-Sighing- I run a hand through my hair
A small smile finds my lips
Looking around my apartment
Dust collecting every where
I know I should clean
I have your life Paige to read.

So I flip to page 3
Or where page 3 use to be
It's torn out of its seams
I look on the floor
Around my chair
Tracking my steps back (maybe I dropped it)
I never find it anywhere so I ponder to myself
Where could that mystery page be?
How many secrets kept on that page now disappeared?

So I continue to read
I come to find your favorite
Pastime is poetry
Like a feather swift and delicate with sorrow
Yet have I to come across your poetry
I find something more heart wrenching
You write about your daughter's death:
Today, I lost my daughter I held her little
Fragile body in my arms while tears shake my body,
Why god did you take her? She was only 5 minutes old
Kissing her precious forehead I said my final goodbyes
Dearest, Nikki I'm sorry your life was taken so quickly
I'll always remember you my beautiful baby girl
My nights will be bitterly lonely I won't hear your cries
Or your giggle when youre happy, just know mommy loves you
Sweet angel god will take care of you now.

Wiping away my own tears
I felt my heart in my throat
Oh, my god I thought to myself
What a horrible thing to happen
Nothing could express pain that Paige
Must have been feeling that day her baby girl died
No mother should ever go through that kind of thing.

Setting down your diary
I go for a walk
Putting pieces of the puzzle together
Your art work
Your daughter's death
Still some of the secrets I have to uncover
Better to understand you.

Settling on a rock
Just on the edge of the beach
Orange, yellow, red and pink
Outline the sunset's painting
With my chin on my knees I think
How can one have such pain
To look forward to the future
Without putting her past at rest?

It's started out at a journal of a woman
Who simply had a very well lived life
And she died with sorrow and grief
Broken hearted,
Poor,
Unhappy,
Paige was a strong woman no matter how much life
Put her down or how many pages she had to write
To make her self feel better.

She moved on with the littlest
Of faith in her pocket and prayers in her heart
I now feel that Paige just wanted someone to read her life
Story maybe even share it with the world
Tonight while I sit at my computer I will write out her life
As she would have wanted it told in her own words
This is only the beginning.

Care Strom




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Re: Diary of Paige (Prt: 1) (User Rating: 1 )
by steven_fenton1982 on Tuesday, 5th April 2005 @ 04:10:45 PM AEST
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Fantastic :D First rate.




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