My notebook lay in pieces

From my anger back in time

Something treasured; precious: shredded

All to match my mind

Along the line, another suffered

With its brethren folder

Stanzas, thoughts, ideas along with

Rants were left to smolder



Soon, I metamorphosed

My whole self into a new

And in the wind behind me

I watched as my cocoon blew

Little layers containing me

Yet strengthening my soul
So silly, yet so precious

Yonder through the dust it rolled



Lost, but not forgotten

My old writing disappeared

My notebook lay in shreds

On many floors through many years

Perhaps a line or paragraph

Floats on beneath the sun

Perhaps the ashes of a special

Character still run



To the wandering thoughts I’ve mangled

I give gratitude

The future of these brand new thoughts

Won’t see a fate so crude

For every distant memory

Of what I have destroyed

Has taught me that my strange old mind

Is one I can’t avoid