Glass Diary

There were notes scratched

Etched in margins

Of diary pages

The truth not written

In fluent script,

To be gazed upon

By eyes not seeing

Not willing to glance

Not willing to dig into

The uglier side

Of the coin

That was scuffed and dulled

By a constant

Tap, tap, tap

Against window glass

As the view became

Cloudier and covered

In a fog unable to remove-

As minutes ticked

And the dust settled

Glued to window pane

Without our knowledge-

A distorted view

Of the truth we believed we knew

But our knowledge was temporary

And the real events

Would create a lasting mark

Upon the world we walked

And we learned to live

With the blind intuition

We were gifted,

We learned to rip pages

And write over paragraphs-

Changing dreams to reality

And learning our nightmares

Were meant to be conquered

Not ran from.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet and novelist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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