Thank you to GamesDevastator for helping me come up with the title!
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I found myself buried under mountains of worry Caged by expectations and melancholy Lost in a dark room laden with spikes Until came to me a guide, a book with directions The pages glistening, gleaming, almost blinding It lit my path and led me through And didn't dim down until I was free And so began my curiosity
What mystical land did it come from? What other secrets did it hold? I ran my finger across each line The pages interesting, enchanting, almost addicting As it drew me closer with each sentence I held it tighter with every word And it started to get fun
Wedged among the sheets, I found a quill Picked it up and placed it in my hair Often, the wind would make it fly And flutter on my skin until it tickled I laughed and placed it back, no bobby pins For I found pleasure in this gentle annoyance And never wanted it to stop The pages delightful, entertaining, almost absurd And then came the time we were truly heard
For the next chapters were sorrowful Clauses of a painful past I realized that although I held the book open This was the time it truly opened up to me The words felt like thorns to the touch The pages cracking, crumbling, almost coming off Unbearable, I almost ordered it to stop
Come what may, I grabbed my pen and took notes Circled every button I swore not to push It was only happenstance that I came across blank pages it was only chance that I wrote down my own misfortunes But it was luxury when the book counteracted Replaced my misery with joy Fear with hope Frowns with smiles The pages comforting, peaceful, almost ensnaring Clarity of love and care in each typed letter
One day, as I sat on the sheets reading Some force of wind dared to separate us I grabbed it mid air and held it tight And hugged it close to my hammering heart With shaky breaths and teardrops on its rims. The pages too were terrified, furious, almost hopeless.
My list of loss contains friends, health, and identity of self Toppling towers in the process of being rebuilt But losing this book would send them all crashing down Burn them to ashes and mix with the ground Hence, we'd give our all just to keep this alive
Texts, so simple they can be Words, so humble And yet they possess capabilities To touch hearts and souls To tell jokes and teach lessons And to engrave themselves Into every aspect of our tumultuous lives Guiding, loving, and carrying us Through and through
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