The library of my mind

Is home to a multitude.

Spiral-bound notes

with graphite scrawls;

stand tall next to leather

and parchment pages

with spiderweb calligraphy.

Every volume speaks

with a measure of authority—

granted by its existence alone.

Things I've read or done,

lessons already learned--

parts of my life already led.

Volumes with blank pages too,

pages to fill with knowledge and life.

The past writes on these pages,

it holds the final word--

Things I cannot change,

written black on white.