My World of Words

I have always lived in a world of words; This is how I was raised- On the scent of ink and paper, A changeling fairy child lured away Between the pages with the promise Of escape- of magic and love and All the things too pretty for this world... My first playmates were fables; Foster parents were novels- They whispered sweet things to me, Stayed close to me, Let me hold them in the night; They taught me how to befriend The monsters under my bed, But not how to survive the daylight...