Among books, among stories.
Among unraveling, flowing destinies.
One foot then another, she paced
Searching for the one:
Tonight's marvelous tale.
Wasn't it wonderful how flipping created new dimensions?
Some used words to mold reality,
She waited for letters to perform before the grand stage,
Their unbelievable gymnastics routine.
For how would would the sun go down without a bedtime story?
How could she sink into martian land without a dream?
One was chosen,
One was true.
One with no cover
How much could her curiosity consume?
Black in all corners, it was
Without a word on the back nor the front
It was rid of all its appeal
But still, it was the one to taunt.
To taunt, to draw her in
Draw her sight towards it
To inform her of the secret within.
And you'll call it what you will.
The tornado, the cloud, the portal,
The stories this one contained were without a doubt, immortal.
And so the portal stared back at her
Questioning what she was to do then.
It was as fierce as her Afro coils
Yet stay nestled in between the pages nine and ten.
YOU ARE READING
5 Days
PoetryWhat would you do if you found a portal nestled in the pages of a book ?
