Scraps

a poem about my life

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

My life is covered in scraps of paper that I can never seem to throw away.
Maybe I’m just someone who gets too attached to meaningless scribbles
on old, wrinkled pieces of stationary
but as I look at them,
I see all the pieces of myself.
Some are beautiful and well put together.
while others are so chaotic or unfinished that no matter which way I look at them
I’m certain they belong in the waste basket
but they’re still here, and they’re still mine
and I love them all the same.