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
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
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
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