Collecting Dust

I’m not really sure why I

bought this book

or picked up this pen

Just to let them sit on a shelf

and collect dust.

I guess I have a bad habit

of picking up dreams

Just to forget them

somewhere else.

I hope I rediscover them,

Just like this book,

Just like the person

I wanted to be.

I hope she never forgets that

she is full of empty pages

with endless possibility,

If only she remembers to

pick them up off the shelf,

and dust them off—

these things come and go,

and then come back again,

so just be patient with yourself.