My Words



Empty paper,
scraps of scribbles,
index cards,
and post-it notes.

I collect them, piles of them.
Obsessed with filling every line,
between each margin,
with words.

It doesn’t matter no one will read them,
they must be filled,
filed, titled.
They are important, words.

Paper begs to be written on,
filled up
with words,
my words.

©Sharron R. McMillan

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