The girl within the Notebook

I may put words down on paper,

Permanently logged in ink

A motion of the pen.

However, as I try to speak

The words get stuck on my tongue.

Nothing comes out right.

Maybe, I just over think everything.

I just try to be someone who, sees what I see.

Perhaps, it is all the trick of the mirror.

God, only knows how my origin story was told.

My mother admits it began with an abundance of grace.

A silent prayer, save us from what’s to come.

My head held high although,

My heart still showed all these shattered pieces

That I once hide in the dark.

I guess, we’re all afraid of what’s left to to be.

Whatever fate has up their sleeves.

The moment of truth for us to know,

once the damage is done.

Maybe, I’m not meant to be someone you see.

Babe, I want to give you all of me.

Read through the pages, in between the lines.