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...
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