In The Pages of A Book
The comforts of being lost in a story
Earth at my fingertips,
winds of word in my mind.
Sinking into the depths of tale,
accompanied by a flicker of light in the dark.
In my legs and back a cramp,
little more than a nuisance thing,
For my attention is riveted on white and black;
an invisible reel dancing for weary, captivated eyes.
The outside world is but a dream
while my senses are carried on an invisible journey.
Within a square forest of impossibly thin trees;
a tragedy of death, the thrill of love, and the ilk of betrayal.
I am a silent observer
of dearest friends who will never know me;
A devoted follower and companion,
to those who believe they are alone.
Incapable of altering the future,
I weep and laugh, hope and fear with heroes and villains alike.
Together we are pulled through trials and tribulations,
compatriots to the story as it unravels.
Thrown through a storm that surrounds another world,
it is jarring to re-enter reality.
For reality becomes little more than a dull thing
to tolerate until my hands open the pages once more.
About the Creator
Tianna Steinman
"A lover of literature from a young age, reading has always been my escape. I began writing recreationally at the age of ten and haven't stopped since. Fantasy is my preferred poison to both read and write.."
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