artwork by Gabrielle S., grade 9
What’s In My Notebook
Torn pages, and scribbled-out words,
A book in a foreign language
Known only by me.
It is a code, waiting to be cracked,
For if someone cracked the code
They would know everything about me
The things I love, hate, and fear.
But until that day. . .
I write in this language of lines and circles
Where the words only mean something to me.
I still write.
I write because I know no one knows my language,
For no one has found and cracked this code -- yet.
The only door to my mind still remains closed,
The way I want it.
Nolan C, grade 8