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::: Yesterfilled Notebooks :::

Makn’ my way down this blank white page
Breakn’ away from today’s aging grasp
Rankn’ my work for a heavenly sake
Just aching to fill this emptiness fast

Today is an unwritten story to make
I play my beginnings with endings at stake
Every blank page a fresh newborn day
To be my own author, to write my own break

Stacked in a corner and out of my way
Are overweight notebooks of yesterfilled cakes
Decorated with 20 odd years of attempts
To make something great out of thoughts making sense

From pages to phrases, each day began blank
I wrote my choices, life took on their shape
Outspoken ignorance blead messy red
Breeding more damaged new pages ahead

Today is an unwritten story to make
I play my beginnings with endings at stake
Every blank page a fresh newborn day
To be my own author, and publish my break

Yesterfilled notebooks society bread
All products conditioned to not question pain
Until I learned my own voice instead
Heaping trash layers locked me in chains

Today is an unwritten story to make
I play my beginnings with endings at stake
Every blank page a fresh newborn day
To be my own author, and share what I say

Got a new notebook to go with my wake
Awareness has touched me in every place
Shining its light on the path I should take
The brighter it gets the slower I race

Today is an unwritten story to make
I play my beginnings with endings at stake
Every blank page a fresh newborn day
I’ll be my own author of best-selling fate.

Written by: ~ Erin Lanahan