The white book

I know a place that lies deep within,

where monsters and fairies live as kin.

Side by side they write a great book

creating wonder from their hidden nook.

Each chapter, each page, each verse they write

they wallow in darkness then grow in the light

They build up the pain and then flood it with pleasure.

They take all away and then they find treasure.

The monsters are monstrous, the fairies quite fair,

and yet they’ve come here, in this work, to share.

They build it and grow it without any rest

creating a story of trial and test.

The book, it has people who come, then they go.

Some come to give lessons, others love to show.

And always growth is becoming throughout this task,

and the monsters and fairies will work til the last.

And as the plot thickens then insight does come,

and this is the gift that’s been given to some.

And for one its unique, in that it is rare,

for not many have it, and not many care.

The monsters are learning, the fairies are love

and the monsters, to be fair, are also just love

The book they are writing is my book of life.

And the book of my life is all colours - white.