Discarded Treasure

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A confection of discarded treasure
Blank pages filled with memories
I jolt as if I’m falling
Slipping and grasping as I drop

Blank pages filled with memories
Every leaf stained with richness
Slipping and grasping, I disappear
I know tomorrow I will resurface

Every page stained with life’s expression
Those times you feel too much
Yet tomorrow, I will resurface
The lessons begin again

Sometimes you feel so much
There’s simply no place to put it
The lessons will begin as scheduled
And I continue to show up on time

There’s simply not enough space
So I jolt as if I’m falling
But I always show up on time
Like a confection of discarded treasure.