Half-Used, Whole Works.{Poem}

I’m trying to make this more difficult than it needs to be

Producing

Producing

Drowning in my own prolific-ness

Ignoring the drawers stuffed full

Of half-used, whole works

Stained

In crinkled, cheap, store bought journals

$7.99 price tags have lost their adhesive

They curl up

Brown and burnt like scrolls

Buried in the soil of wisdoms far deeper than

Any knowledge could ever survive

Like my writings–

Worthy of their own drawer

Bound and wrapped in authority

My dreams are stuffed in the dresser

All I must do

Is open it and take them out,

But I don’t,

Because,

I’m scared of what I’ve forgotten. ~Rebecca

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