bookimagines
[poem dump 6/25] In worlds of paper and ink, I find a place to breathe and think. The worries of the day slip away, As I'm lost in the tales that play. Through forests deep and oceans wide, I journey far and leave behind The troubles that once weighed me down, And find myself in a new town. Escapism is not always bad, For in these worlds I've often had The chance to learn and grow and see The person I was meant to be.