My Notebook

My Notebook

My notebook in my life is not the least,

I put words on its pages so it can feast.

Let the lines have words for free,

watching what the ink left to let it see.

What wisdom my mind wants to say,

what words written make its mind play.

My notebook holds my rhythms and flows,

the words speak to what my mind knows.

Memories and their analysis within it I share,

ideas, opinions, and of which things I care.

Stories of the past and the pain still strong,

fables that are amazing and pages long.

My notebook is where I leave my words to hide,

leave stories of how both my trust and heart died,

stories of adventurous acts of braveries kind,

speaking of how reality to our mind is blind,

love, loss, and the emotions that give great pain,

of the things that damaged my fragile brain.

My notebook is my minds outlet, and its release,

it allows thoughts to be viewed and for some to cease.

Allowing me to capture the thoughts it has said,

it provides a comforting look to the back of my head.