I Have Books

I have books, upon books, upon books,
And on every sheet, I leave a piece of me.

Whether it is sweet poetry
Or someone’s demise
A lot of it will meet no one’s eyes

It started years ago
When random ideas began to flow

Then harsh reality set in
You need money if you want to be live’n

Employment here I come
Not what I envision
But what is done is done

Am I strong enough to go for a dream?
I am more than this, is what it seems.

So I took a book

I took a breath.

Tried my hand.

To see what I will get.

“Not so bad”
I thought.

I was the only one
Who bought that book.

That is a start.