When reality weighed upon her,
She found a mytical land,
Imagination, the key to get in,
It turned out be a place which had no boundaries,
Just a little door for entering.
It took her to places that she could never go,
Made her meet people a lot different from her,
Created a sense of knowledge, which she could have never learned in reality,
Changed a lot of her ideas for the good.
It made her smile, laugh, cry and most importantly wonder.
Some think it is running away from reality,
But not when it prepares you for surviving this race.
Books were now one of her beloved companions.
YOU ARE READING
Recovery
PoésieHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
