Words and Worlds
When things feel dark, stories provide light.
Pages slip through fingers,
Sunshine warm dust wafts,
Delicate, soft, inviting.
Paragraphs unfold under soft caress,
Weaving together,
Worlds, people, stories.
Characters beckon,
Inviting me, calling me,
To escape, to imagine, to dream.
I dissolve, immersing myself,
The adventures envelop me,
Inspiring, infuriating, heartbreaking.
In chaos or distress,
A deep breath and a story,
Bring order and calm.
When the world makes no sense,
Words do.
When I feel lonely,
Books offer companions.
When my dreams feel impossible,
Stories provide hope.
When emotions overwhelm me,
The pages channel them.
When I feel misunderstood,
Characters always listen.
When I want to run,
There are worlds waiting.
I open the book,
Musty and warm like stale vanilla.
An old friend.
A companion.
Steady, reliable, comforting.
Thumbing through crisp pages,
Words and worlds reach out,
Welcoming me.
I breathe deep and dive in.
About the Creator
Steph Powell
Rediscovering my love for writing one day at a time. Lover of art, science, and learning.
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Compartment 4
I've always had a distaste for trains. Buses, too. I couldn't give you a straight answer as to why, but I've always preferred my own two legs to move me from A to B. Being at the mercy of a train, shuttling along a specified track to a predetermined destination, and rolling the dice on the quality of company- thanks, but I'll pass.
By Steph Powell3 years ago in Fiction
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