Little Red Notebook

Little Red Notebook

Little red notebook resting in a corner

Closed to all, save one pair of eyes

Stained and torn pages from cover to cover

Full of some truths and one lie

Dark midnight ink disfiguring the page

Revealing the color of a soul

Pen scratching words of ecstasy and rage

The only way to make her feel whole.

Thoughts rain down from her mind

With the speed of a bubbling test tube

She's searching for something to find

Or something to break her out of this cube

Four walls closing in tight

Only words slipping through the cracks

Scrawled in a little red notebook they just might—

Have the strength to keep her on the tracks.