Alas…Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I recently discovered the poetry site I’ve found refuge in for nearly six years is shuttering its doors.

I feel afloat at sea with no oars, in a dinghy with a huge hole in the bottom and no life preserver.

Where am I going to go when the bell tolls 2 am and I can no longer sign on to DUP? No longer see familiar faces and avatars. No longer read poems and stories I’ve come to rely on, to push me through another sleepless night. Share thoughts and jokes with fellow bards.

I know nothing lasts forever but stupidly I figured I would depart this world long before DU.

I feel like we’re all billiard balls scattering after the break. Except I’m the crazy eight ball just spinning round and round and never landing the corner right pocket.

How I’ll miss everyone I’ve met here and grown to love. I don’t think they realize just how much they’ve meant to me. How kind they’ve been helping me learn about poetry and writing. Hell, even expressing myself on any level let alone such a personal one. Becoming my friends. Jesus, what gifts they’ve been to me.  How do I move on now?

Webmiss has done an extraordinary thing in creating and maintaining this site as long as she has. I’m forever grateful to have been a small participant in this wonderful community.

I guess I’m hoping somehow we’ll all reconvene somewhere else where the set up won’t be nearly as cool and the vibe won’t be nearly as comfortable. Until we all get there and change it.

But, why do I want to cry in great sobs about this?

Oh well, dear diary…I’m afraid this will be my last entry to you here. I’ve cherished every single moment.
Thank you.

Love to all of you.
Honoria 🌷