I am like a notebook

with blank pages of uncertainty

and past mistakes never completely erased.

The spiraled edge will break with too much inside, 

yet I can't add more space.

And the words inside me are easily lost.

But, like a notebook

I'm full of blank pages

waiting to be filled with words and life

And all of my past work available

to be viewed by others as an example. 

And I can always start again

on a new page.

I'll always be improving

what I do, and

like a notebook,

what I will never end.