Pages of Lead

My life, my heart, my soul.
Pages bound together as tight as a motherly hug
wishing for it to be ever inseparable like the two parts of my brain.
Sketch and etch deep thoughts into it like a thought-recorder.
Thumps as I drop it on the table,
swishes as I go through its pages.
Emptiness awaits to be filled with overwhelming emotions,
this opus is my essential daily potion.
My lifeline, my saviour,
it has helped me through my hardest times of all,
it has basically kept me alive.
As I tell it what I feel through the fine lines of lead,
my archive tells me not to crumble and break apart like an uncemented brick wall,
to stay as strong as possible for as long as possible.
When I feel as if life has nothing left to offer
I resort to my vade mecum and I hope to prosper,
I hope to compose my emotions into a visual image,
I hope to wake up without an emotional blockage.