July 6, 2020

Dear Diary,
The Lullaby still rings in my mind even though I am now awake. My dreams are haunted by the sound of a baby’s soft cry. I enter the labyrinth to try and find her but the entire maze is a mirror reflecting back the pain and longing of my soul. I search for peace but find only more pain. There is no eternal forever after as long as the cries continue to fill my every living moment. I lit a candle before I sought my bed last night, hoping that when the moon rose, the beauty of the mingled light would bring me quiet rest. But it was not to be. I feel the weight of the cross I am destined to bear for all my remaining days.

July 10, 2020

Dear Diary,
I saw her face last night. She was ringed with the colors of the sunrise, pearls encircled her golden hair, and she smiled at me. She softly called to me from my dream and told me her destiny had been fulfilled, she was at peace. She begged me to find comfort in the night and hope in the morning light. She faded from my sight in a shimmer of rainbow hues. I awoke in the silver light just before dawn and knew that the nightmare dreams were over. The fear and guilt had fallen away and my soul was washed clean in the dawn of a new day.