Page in my book.

My only fear, is that of the blank pages,
That lie ahead in the book of my life,
What will fill those pages?
Love, Pain, Joy, Sadness, or some other feeling that I am no stranger to? I do not know...
I try to put behind me the pages that have already passed.
Some pages destroyed as soon as more filled up my book,
The chapters of love now completely unnoticeable.
One less blank page now...