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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Soft yet sturdy Smooth to the touch A blue leather notebook My confidant Listener Companion My grandfather gifted it to me Right before he left for home He held me in his arms Gently and warmly as usual He said that this journal would soon become My pal I wondered then
How can a simple blue leather notebook become a girl’s best friend But I suppose he’s right The pages have, my words, my art, my memories They make up the stories Of my life I write through depressing sadness When my best friend moved away I was all alone Loneliness consumed Ate me away Outside I wore a mask To hide the hurt To hide the ache With my blue leather notebook I let the guard down I let the sorrow drip Tears of pain Tears of anguish Soak the pages Like a torrent of rain The pages consoled me Lifted me up Out of that pool Of misery I write through raging anger When all I want is to Rip the whole world apart I crumple the pages Tear them into shreds Then glue them back As if I’m piecing myself together And climbing out of the abyss Of fury I write through fleeting joy Moments I hope would last for an eternity The very first snowfall Having snowflakes dancing on my nose Jingling sound of Christmas bells And the rush to open presents A magnificent arch of color showing up After falling rains Strolling along the sandy beach Watching waves rolling in The sweet sensation Of strawberry ice cream melting on the tongue Blowing bright candles and making a wish Surrounded by my dearest ones I write about fear Trepidation of losing Terror of falling behind Panic of imperfection Dread of unknown It reminds me Courage isn’t the absence of fear It’s pressing ahead despite the fear As I write, As I draw, I am stronger As I’ve reflected and grown I write about hope At times of darkness isolation and desperation Blue leather notebook Is my torch spark and inspiration Prompts me forward and forward Blue leather notebook Confidant, forever Listener, always Companion, constantly Keeping my words safe My art shielded My memory whole My story protected It seems plain Perhaps to you But what’s inside Might intrigue you After all Never judge a book by its cover Comments are closed.
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