Out of the Book
All the timeworn pages
some smudged by rain,
or perhaps the slow raindrops
that melt on reddened eyes.
Some pages are torn,
even still bleeding,
and yet all the lines and print
make one book,
one story,
one life.
A life, of course worth recording,
all worth keeping,
until
you can,
without sorrow of joy
throw it all away,
knowing you are free,
free
from your own
long
fantasy novel.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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