Friday Poetry: "Between the Pages of Books"

Hello friends! 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 my usual poetic topics, but I had so much fun writing this poem, and I hope you too find joy in it.

I'm sure my fellow avid readers will be able to relate to the unnamed subject of the poem, so please feel free to share your comments with me! Happy Friday to you! 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.

always.