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this is a poem to my little yellow notebook
whom i have poured my heart into
whose pages have born the brunt
of my rage
of my sadness
my pain and my hurt
but also my happiness
i have spilled so many tears
through the ink on your skin and then smeared the words
your covers hold my soul between them
because when i have nothing else
i have the comfort of you reflecting myself back at me
and because i thought you knew
you were my final shelter from the storm and the roots that ground me
your pages are left worn and torn at the edges
but now i see the truth in your words
that i have built my own comfort
my own solace
my own safety
through words on paper
because i think i need more than that
more than my own thoughts and words
especially when the shadows creep in
and you prove me wrong
so i write this for the same reason i always write
for proof
for comfort
for evidence of my own worth and abilities
for you
the vessel of my thoughts
my little yellow notebook
age 2