The Autobiography of Serena's Journal

Day 1 - An Ode to My Maker
The shallow judge me by my appearance,
But I am much more than what people see.
For within me, I shall hold knowledge.
One day, in the future, I shall be full of it.

For now, I am an empty shell,
My soul waits for my mate;
The one who will give me a purpose,
The one who will fill these pages with life.

Hundreds of pieces of
Beautifully pressed parchment
I am full of. Blank yet ready;
Awaiting for the story to be written.

Each piece sewn so carefully,
With love by your hand.
Bound together tightly
By the waxy thread.

Dark purple leather covers my essence,
To be judged by viewers
Yet this cover keeps me intact,
Protecting me from grubby hands.

The metal clasp seals everything,
Around me keeps my insides just that.
Protecting me from prying eyes,
And keeping me sealed.

This body of mine,
Made by you
Serves a purpose
For centuries to come.

I was created,
because of you.
I only exist,
because you existed.

Thank you for giving me life, maker,
for this body of mine,
For my purpose, and for my name;
The Autobiography of the One True Journal.