Second Shot at “The Notebook” Poem

The simple notebook

Holds so much

So many secrets,

So many feelings.


Blue and white speckled cover

Is plain

To make it appear ordinary

In the eyes of anyone else.


But I know what it holds,

The darkness, the light, the truth.

The black spine connects

All the pages, all the stories, all the secrets.


Secrets and feelings

That no one else knows

I have written

Pages upon pages of them.


Tattered, ripped edges

It was so strong for so long.

But now, it’s breaking, falling apart

Like me.


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