My Book

Sitting on a shelf amid a thousand others the spine, raggedy and hard to read pulled it out---top, dust covered I am drawn to it. Old book Written so long ago, the pages seemed fragile in my hands it wanted my attention, I too want to know more Book First words—first page “Never lose sight of who you are.” tattered old pages knew me this tome sought me out Losing oneself Life misplaced…how husband gone to another money never goes all the way around alone, alone, alone, with silence Losing myself Turn to the end of the book the last line—“You may lose the people you love, you may lose the things you have, but no matter what happens never lose yourself.” Finding oneself Do I know who I am? when I was younger—I knew what I was fighting for Llving for what I believed to be true where did that person go? Finding me Name of the book “Root Yourself in Reality” author…Me reminders to leave self-pity behind Found The person I once was---now, search inside stop living in the past and in my imagination the book has pages to be written. now is the time This is my book and my life - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11885372-My-Book-by-Carol-Davis#sthash.Ay9w7cew.dpuf