Dear diary,
On your shoulder
I shed my tears
On your paper
I expressed my fears
My thoughts and dreams
With you I shared
I wept to you
While no one cared.
When I felt
Alone, scared and cold
It was you
Whom my story I told
When all was gone –
My faith, strength and pride
I always turned
Toward your side.
But now is time
To fill a different page;
One that does not
Contain confusion or rage
I’ve come now
To share my joy
My everlasting simcha
Which no one can destroy
I’ve come to tell you
That my Father up there
Has never forgotten
His daughter so dear.