Hey everybody! Friday at last! I must say, this week has been somewhat trying for me and I'm probably more glad than I should be that it's over. :P I won't bore you all by going into detail about it, but let's just say I'll probably be spending this weekend huddled underneath the covers instead of actively participating in that pesky "life" thing... ;)
And speaking of life (well, kind of-ish?), today's Friday Poetry is not about romance - you read that right, folks! - but books. As we all know, it's on a pretty rare occasion that I deviate from the usual writing topics, but I had so much fun writing this poem that I just had to share it with y'all. :D I'm sure you avid readers out there will be able to relate to the unnamed subject of the poem, so please feel free to share your comments with me! Happy Friday, everybody! xx
Between the Pages of Books
she grew up nestled between the pages of books.
she made her home amongst the finely printed lines of text and feasted upon the perfectly round periods and commas question marks and exclamation points
her world revolved around black text on white paper and yet she dreamed in perfect colour
she travelled to London and Paris and Rome to Narnia and Middle Earth and Neverland she cast magic spells and battled pirates sang with mermaids and opened doors to new lands she learned what it meant to dream recklessly and what it meant to love hopelessly and what it meant to trust unconditionally
all without leaving the seat of her armchair
she was the girl who walked around with a faraway sort of look in her eye, the girl who people whispered about the one who they weren’t quite sure was really there the one who seemed as if she might fly away at any moment on wings of paper and ink
she twirled in the arms of imaginary friends Holmes and Darcy and Merlin and Bilbo and all the rest – and though people were not always there for her, the words always were
sometimes the words were all she had, but somehow, the words were always enough.