Poem: Diary
“Dear Diary,” she wrote, her pen poised
pointed and sharp,
thoughts twirling swirling cavorting in the air
risking life and limb and maybe some blood.
The ink sat waiting, impatient, annoyed,
for the clarity to settle in, for the words to coalesce
into some form of sanity.
But somewhere in the woven threads of thought
when the next swipe of the pen touched
the puritanical canvas that threatened
her equilibrium, there came not a letter formed, not a word whispered,
but another kind of line –
the dancing marks finding their own path, their own mind.
Words protested, “No! It is our turn!” but were ignored
in favor of the image spilling forth from within –
a wounded dragon, reared back in a rage,
hissing and spitting flames of pain and fury,
pierced through the heart by a spear of loneliness and neglect.
The pen flew, spatters of ink transforming into blood and tears.
Words retreated, knowing they’d lost the battle,
soundly defeated by a power they could not match,
even a thousand strong.
At last, she lay, silent, sated, staring at the open page,
wondering when the next attack would come.
In the poem, how are the girl and the dragon related?
a. the girl wants to write a story
b. the dragon represents the girl and her situation
c. the girl wishes to turn herself into a dragon
d. the dragon illustrates the power that the girl wants to have