In the attic, looking up
through the window
at the blue sky and puffy clouds,
I dream of a peaceful tomorrow.
As I write, my sorrows disappear,
and my courage is reborn.
I don't think of all the misery,
but of the beauty that remains.
Look at how a single candle
can both defy and define the darkness.
I wish to be that candle.
Soon the war will end,
and, oh, how I dream of living!
In spite of everything,
I still believe
that people are really
good at heart.
I hold my breath
until it passes.
But, this time, it is stopping
at our door.
The heavy boots
are tromping up the stairway.
My mother is weeping.
I turn to Peter for one last kiss.
I go to stand beside my father.
I watch the door and wait,
our lives suspended.
It is not the beginning of the end,
but the end of the beginning.
and all I know is
I want to go on living,
even after my death.
for Susan's prompt at Mid Week Motiff: Diary Stories
I chose the best known diary in the world, The Diary of Anne Frank.
The italicized words are Anne's.