Paper and Drawers

These tattered sheets
are more than blank pages,
more than white space
or drawer-filling junk.
They are possibility,
potential.
They are opportunities
for release
and chances
for existence to blossom
with a scratch of this pen.
Sheets bound
by threads of metal
spiraling up their spines,
they are stories
waiting to be told
and poems appearing
from blood-stained pens.
They are the letters
you hold to your lips
as you remember
the taste of mine
and the messages
you reread
while you clutch at the past
filled with pages
piled in a drawer.

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This was written as part of the Blogging U course. The prompt was drawer, the form was ode, and the device was apostrophe, which I didn’t use. Enjoy! 🙂

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