When Words Are Not Enough
A poem
This was once my favorite place,
I’d escape through enchanting entries,
pausing to peek at pictures on each page.
I’d sit still in the silence,
comforted by the colorful covers
on the shelves where they stayed safe.
I’d become immersed in the isles,
admiring all the authors
and the way they wielded their words.
My most magical moments manifested here,
floating through fairytales with you,
where we’d linger and let our lips lock.
We’d read, disregarding reality,
wandering through this wonderland of writers,
until this was no longer my place- it was ours.
But you’ve polluted my place of peace,
the one spot safe from life’s storms,
I ransack each row rejecting all reason.
I’m repulsed when I reach romance,
teary-eyed I turn from those texts,
settling my sobs in the section of “self help”.
Though these words will never wash you away,
can their chapters comfort the chaos in my chest?
Will I ever lay my eyes upon literature and not see you?
