Notebook
I wish my mind was like a notebook–
bound, orderly, presentable,
the spine holding my words together,
the pages honoring each thought,
but my mind is more like a scrap bin–
scattered, messy, conflicted,
my ideas a busy melee,
my thoughts a disjointed scrawl;
that’s why I use a notebook–
it holds my mind together much better than I ever could.
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