My Notebook

My notebook is my thoughts;

it is my words release.

It holds my hands and heart,

and helps me when I stand.

It's been through some rough times,

an overjoyed ones, too,

I wouldn't give this notebook up,

no way, no how, can't do.

It has many ripped out pages,

from several failed attempts,

at drawing pretty pictures,

and stories with no sense.

I tell it what I tell no other,

the secrets that I hide.

I couldn't give this notebook up,

even if I tried.