Dear Diary

Dear Diary, It's eleventh day of June, I'm about to celebrate my 18th birthday. But this morning, I don't wanna go out and face the world. I'm tired, my Dear Diary... I don't have enough strength to tell them my secrets. It's you and I who only knew this thing, even mom's not aware of it! I'm afraid that they may not understand, that they may be wrath or hurt me. You knew, it's been six years now that we everyday talk about it. And you're the only one that help me breathe when I suffocate. Six years of unstoppable nightmare, I still recall. It was 10:00 PM and mom has gone for a party. Uncle Joe was left to look after the kids and me. I woke up when I felt the wind passing through my window. It's a cold dark night, I tried to shield myself in a blanket. When suddenly an image of a guy entered in my room. I closed my eyes so tight,then told myself it's a monster from the dark! But his footsteps moved towards my bed,until a big hand grabbed my mouth. I grasp the air then try to shout, aloud but he punched me out. That was so hurt and caused me weak, until I surrendered to his wrist. Though weak and helpless I felt the pain... The deep penetration of his thorn to my flesh. I was left broken into pieces at my very young age. The most painful moment when someone broke my life. A night I couldn't forget 'til today that I've grown. And this evening, I'll be a princess in a rose pink gown, The crowd will sure awe while they watch me dance. I hope I can have the courage to refuse the last hand. The hand of my step dad who will be my last dance. I hope I can tell the world that this guy ruined my life. That he must pay for killing my flesh every night that mom is out! But today, It's just you and me, my Dear Diary. Who knew all the secrets and the faith that I achieved. written: May 12,2014 Entry to: Anne Currin's Dear Diary Poetry Contest