The notebook

As I opened the pages I was transferred back in time,
The soiled pages the dusty look,
The bonded pages which I bought for a dime

I leafed through the pages written long ago
The different shades of letters forming a rainbow
I touched the pages to get a feel,
Every letter stared back at me with a unified zeal
I had cried, I had laughed, I had angered, I had raged
I had sought solace in these very pages
Every time I had a broken heart
I felt the joy across the pages
I left a print of myself across all ages

It bore witness to my first song
The words that made me weak, the lines that got me strong
It held within itself an unknown me
The days with fun, wild and free
My whole life was bound in there every page I looked
Feeling nostalgic once more I sat down to read, “My Notebook”.