We are like chapters in a book
Each page you turn is a different story
One of happiness
One of hurt
Another with emotions in bloom
But what is your book about
Does it keep you reading
Or is it a journey in motion
Pages are light easy to move
Easy to tare
Pages are fragile
Just like the strand of your hair
Pages are journals
They hold our secrets
Pages help us find the words to when we cannot speak
Do we know our words
Pages can be harsh as the paper cut it leaves at the tips
Do we mend these wounds
Pages hold the blame we cannot admit to ourselves
Are our words actually spoken
Pages are soothing
They are our privilege
Pages speak our truths
They calm out soul when all they want to do is yell
Pages cry for help
Because our tears kiss the pages
Pages are mysteries
We can't always find ourselves
Pages hold on to our lives to find beauty in the pain
How will we live without our pages.❤️
