Beautiful. I love the interlaced doubt in the poem. Because when people write in a diary, they really are writing to themselves, aren't they?
They really are basically giving themselves therapy. The pages will never write back, and they don't know the difference between one person's hands or another's.
The feeling of doubt and hopelessness in the character is beautiful. It's so true, because we can all feel that way. We can all wonder if our voice will ever be heard. Whether we're important enough to be cared about.
Very nicely written, Emilie.
Sylvia.
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