The most devastating feeling
for a writer is
losing your favorite notebook
:
The one with all your thoughts
and feelings spread
like butter on toast
:
Edge to edge
Words scrunched between the crust
of the notebook’s covers
:
Pinned up against the spine
Trailing the edges
:
I lost my leather bound notebook
but it didn’t just disappear
It was a tragic demise
:
I lost what it was
to a washing machine
:
How do you ask?
It was hiding in a small pocket
of my backpack
Although I thought
I shook it out til it was empty
:
I washed my favorite notebook
with my new polaroids
wedged in the pages
:
I realized it when I opened the dryer
and each photograph came out
with shirts, pants, and socks
:
It’s like the washing machine
was mocking me
for not checking as thoroughly
as I should have
:
I nearly cried
knowing that was the only home left
for those words that spilled from my skull
:
To my surprise
The pictures still looked vivid
even after their cool bath
:
My notebook however
did not reflect that
:
I dried it the best I could
After I sifted through
the pages
and I was surprised again
:
Most my words still remained
:
I looked at the ones faded
I could make out some phrases
maybe a sentence or two
:
But there was some words
lost in the water
that may never return
:
I grieved for my loss
of words forgotten on a page
lost in a watery grave
:
Then I remembered
everything happens for a reason
Maybe it was time to cleanse
myself of those old words
left lonely on well-aged pages
:
Or
maybe even now
those words are weaved into my clothes
And maybe while i’m wearing them
the ones I need
will come back to say hello
About the Creator
Sarah Jane
Writing has been Sarah's passion since she was 7 years-old when she began writing poetry and short stories. Now, she's sharing her gift with the world. Subscribe, and come take a whirl in her words.
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