Within the Inky Pages
The binding groans open
And lets me in
Plunging into the depths
Of a cream colored world
Scents of ancient tomes fills my soul
And I’m addicted
I need a fix
I really need a fix
And I inhale like I’ve never breathed before
My eyes glaze over, and I’m g o n e
Universes I never knew appear
Black holes suck me in, Supernovas explode
Stars dazzle my eyes
As the words sprint across the page
It stole my heart, it did
I’ve never been in love like this before
Running fingers over the inky pages
Texture filling in the ridges of my fingerprints
Flooding my identity
Knowledge makes me
Builds me up to take me down
Into myself
Over and over
Inspiring new thoughts
That I thought were new
But really were hidden under
The dusty covers
If we save literature
If we save books from censorship
If we promote literacy
We can save mankind
And it’s history
The bad and good
Lessons learned and yet to be understood
All the falls and tumbles
Rises and stands
All within the inky pages
Held in my hand
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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