They're neatly stacked upon a shelf
Each one looks just the same
The covers will not give a clue
Except the owners name

The

Notebooks

My life is but a notebook, written in my soul
Looking deep inside, to make myself whole
The feelings buried deep

What They Hold Inside

Wandering
Hear ts and minds
Attempting to capture
The elusive moments

The words all
Held inside
Every page

In a notebook I keep inside
very safe and secure with heart strings tied
hidden deep within my soul
I write

Word upon word, sentence upon sentence
Some a little absurd and others about repentance
Some many of them just sitting there