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for the love of books & poetry


I slept with my old books  
curled up with them
 
the smell of them
transporting me  
to the days I could get lost in them
 
I am locked out these days
they no longer open
their hidden doors to me
 
secret places
where I slipped in
became the heroine  
in the world of words
 
Narnia is no more for me
though I know Aslan  
still takes care of me
he is kept safe in my memory
of the place
 
a safe one
for a child who lived in a tree
was always afraid
while wars waged at home
 
tucked inside the pages
I was at peace
 
I read of children
escaping to the forest
who ate wild berries to survive
drank milk from obliging goats
 
inside my tree house fortress
I had run away with them
in the Secret Garden
I was shaded from life's pain
 
I had the key  
one day it was stolen from me
then a shiny new one replaced it
 
poetry a place to live & die
here I am
& always will remain  
if you want to know me
I'm hidden safely within the page
 
 
 
 
 
Copyright 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
crimsin
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