Caged in milky white paper
Veins run on ink
Bones filled with words and spaces
Jumping from body to body
Living in two places at once
Feeling joy, sadness, love and loss
Like the nostalgia of never beens
They call me young
But I live a multitude of lives
Called by several names
Grieved for the abstract
Loved, lost, died and reborn
Make no mistake for it is all real
A flip of a page is a new piece of me
For being lost in a book
I find more of myself
July 4, 2020
