Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #492

Trembling, I Locked
by Belinda Roddie

Trembling, I locked my diary and chucked
the key into the bottom drawer of my
dresser, hoping that, with a bit of luck,
my sister's glare or mother's wand'ring eye
would not be able to access the words
I cautiously put down on paper. How
could they respect a princess whose heart hurts
when looking upon another dame? Now
I sat upon my bed, the canopy
a harsh red sky for me, and I chose to
pretend that I was anywhere but here,
instead with the one in my journal - who
I called my own, my love, my bride to be.
Perhaps, I thought, I'd burn my diary.