Life As A Leather Bound Journal Poem by Jodie Hardy

Life as a leather bound journal is not all it seems,
I should be carrying secrets, be a holder of dreams.
But my friend I stand here empty; a drop of ink I am still to see.
Am I not fit for purpose? The problem most surely is me!

I saw you sitting on the shelf all alone, I had to take you home.
I bought a bottle of ink and a feather quill with a nib of chrome.
True! Many weeks have passed, but your beauty will last.
You will hold my prayers, poems and stories of my past.

You call me a beauty and show me off to your friends.
You own a collection of journals, ones much prettier than me.
I have watched longingly as you have opened another and written on its pages
Filled it with your hopes and dreams and also with rages.

There is no need to tinge your pages green with envy!
There is a simple reason why you stand on the bookshelf empty.
I look forwards to filling your rough pages with words from my heart...
Really, I just don't know where to start.

Lets start at the beginning, its as good a place as any.
Please ink your quill and sit with me, we can do the rest together.
The ink will flow, your words will stay protected within me.
A keeper of secrets and a holder of dreams is all I ever want to be.