Secrets that are meant to be told
a poem
Dear Diary,
You confine the few vulnerable interpretations of my heart in ink swirled alphabet.
Conspiring language expounding from the inner most darkest parts of me.
It’s meant to be revealed but only within the walls of theses dotted lines.
Stray eyes that fall upon this invention of exegesis, swallow me whole.
Ingesting my mystery.
Every time I write in secret, I write it with the intention that someone will find it.
And once they do, it would have been written for you.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
Content and freelance creator
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Comments (5)
love the last two lines. Very well written.
Diaries really walk this line, don't they! Secrets wanting to be shared.
Omgggg, I'm soooo in love with those last two lines! They hit so hard because they resonate so deeply with me. Gosh I freaking love this masterpiece!
Loved this poem, it is indeed found.
...Every time I write in secret, I write it with the intention that someone will find it.....I liked these lines ....loved your poem...