Red five-year diary
then small blue drawer,
one tidy album
now many more,
shelves in the attic,
words out pour,
file cabinet,
one,
then two,
four drawer.
Now I find I’ve filled a room
whole studio,
from roof to door
soon I’ll be
contained no more,
than I will rise
and I will soar.
© 2015 Sharron R. McMillan
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