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.