Treasure
books
if you’re wondering
where I’ve been
and haven’t seen me
in so long
I’ve probably been hiding
within the pages
of a book
I can’t put down
I feel joy
unmeasurable
when I’m standing in a room
full of books
they comfort me
somehow
and ease my mind
I am still a child
inside
that seeks comfort
in none but a book
I run away
to distant lands
the rise and fall and lift
of words
is like music to me
a lullaby
that rocks me in the night
and when I needed
the strength
that only the right book
at the right time
can afford
one or two or three
they somehow found their way
to me
and only now
at mid-life
do I finally feel
utterly
understood
TL