Books

Books,
They tie me back to earth,
When I feel all is lost.
They keep me up at night,
Eyes glued to the page.
They make me smile,
When a character falls in love,
Teaching me the ways of life.
I used to not be able to read,
I would take in the story,
From the drawings only.
I used to just ignore the words,
On the pages, 
Because they made no sense to me.
But then one day,
Or maybe after a few,
I found reading,
And reading found me.
I dove into the books,
Sometimes they where the only safe space I could find,
They taught me about the world,
About worlds and places,
Often different than my own.

 

Amelia_v

VT

17 years old