I have a new poem to share with you today. It is the first one I have written for a long time, and a slightly more personal one than normal.
In general, I read because it is one of my favourite activities, but there have been times this year where I perhaps have treated it as more of an escape because of illness.
Here is my poem, where I try to capture those feelings.
The story resides in my embattled mind
Providing a most welcome escape
It transports me to a place of marvellous beauty
Far removed from my miserable state
The words fall into place without effort
Setting my imagination ablaze
Hours later and the book is complete
And the real world is merely a haze
If only I could dissolve into these pages
Exist in their amazing realm,
Follow its clear, illuminating path,
Remove myself from this troubled shell
Yet the next book brings a new adventure
Another place to inhabit and new characters to adore
It may not bring all the answers I need
But it’s just the distraction I am looking for.
What did you think of this poem? Let me know in the comments. 🙂