Jana Satterlund

Dear Diary,

I wrote my first poem at the age of 10. Although I enjoyed reading and writing poetry, I didn't truly appreciate it until a few years ago. At 21 I started really writing for myself as a release. It has surely become my escape, my late night ritual, my confession. I feel honored to be a part of this…






I haven’t written in a while, dearest di.
The moon, she seemed to swoon
at every verse I never knew
as my words were breathily baited in the night.

Your binding’s been unbroken ,dearest di.
Some pages went unwritten
while my heart remained unsmitten,
so honestly I failed to even try.

But your chapters are my window, dearest di,
as my words, they are the snow
that softly float in subtle glow
of golden light that glistens from inside.

You’ve been a very patient listener, dearest di,
and you would never ask me more
than what I’m opening you for
as your cover slowly cracks and pages sigh.

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