A bookworms heart
No one imagines how hardened a bookworms heart truly is
Bruised and beaten, swollen purple and heavy with countless lives lost, loves shared, journeys made, and demons tamed.
No one considers the sting as the last page turns and another fantastical world ends leaving cold reality to bite the tendered soul.
A soul wisened beyond years by lives lived through other’s words.
One that harbors the pain of betrayal never truly felt, love that was never truly had, and time that was never truly spent in places better than this one.
No one understands how a heavy heart and an artificially aging soul loses trust in reality.
How could you know loyalty without being bled for?
How could you know love without being pined for over countless years or growing up through other worldly tragedy together.
How could you know bravery if you have not laid your life down for another or withstood the greatest wars and injustices.
How could any reality compare?
Sometimes the romanticization of life only lingers on book pages.
Sometimes, a bookworms heart longs for something that will never be had in this world.
About this poem
Growing up I didn’t have anyone to play with me. I was a young child to a young mother, just barely getting by. We couldn’t afford a lot but my mom and grandfather instilled the love and passion of reading in me as soon as I turned four. My first ticket to entertainment beyond belief was a library card. That was seventeen years ago. Since then I’ve been swept up in any book I can get my hands on. This poem is about how heavy it feels sometimes to always have alternative lives in the form of stories guide your wants and wishes but never to have them met by the reality we live in. more »
Written on November 07, 2023
Submitted by Eraine75 on November 07, 2023
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| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 3 |
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