
“Why do I write? … Because we cannot simply live.” (Devotion, Patti Smith)
And I shape-shift into notebooks:
Dotted, Soft Cover Light Blue -
the freckles I never had,
specks of empty spaces, when I look into the mirror
Pocket size, Hard Cover Hydrangea Blue -
strength I do have,
tucked away for everyone else but me
Lined, Hard Cover Reef Blue -
lost, muddled, confused
but at the end of the day it’s once again Blue
18 month weekly, Sapphire Blue -
my dreams, my plans, my sanity
projects unfinished *oops* tidy up timelines *ugh* start a new one *yay*
Cahier set of 3, Brisk Blue -
my colour, my writing, my life ;
one in each tied closely together
spells out my name piece my soul together
Azure pixelates all;
My possessions and my needs.
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