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Inspiration of a Book Worm

He was saturated in loneliness, and so was I.
Never feeling part of the world, full of dismay-
He wanted freedom, the chance to freely fly,
So he picked up a book to read then put it away.
          A few hours later he took out the book again,
          Wrote down all he learned with an ol' ink pen.

He shall write novels of of him wandering lost.
Metaphors of a life lived too blue for words-
He would read more and more at any cost, 
For he too was abandoned and felt unheard. 
          He became a book worm, a man full of stories,
          Writing books of loss, capturing all his worries. 

One weekend he read every hour he was awake.
Putting those books down he knew he couldn’t do-
He thought to himself, “this is for only my sake”.
This book worm was vibrant now, no longer blue. 
          For reading helped his writing and he was alive, 
          And for determination to read more he did strive. 
 
He became a bookworm learning such inspiration.
He motivated me to also be a woman who learned
To be all I could be through books of connotation,
And from that point on, reading and writing I yearned.
          Now we are married and together we fly so high-
          He is saturated in wholeness, and finally…so am I.



The Book Worm Contest
March 15, 2019  

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