page
after
painful
page.
we read our story of life.
paper cuts.
cliffhangers.
sad chapters.
going to bed to pick it up the next day.
on the bad days-
we keep turning our pages.
the chapter may get soaked in tears.
on the good days-
maybe we will read a few pages.
the sunshine in your smile will dry the hurricane of tears from days prior.
on the productive days-
maybe we read 4.
maybe,
just maybe,
we take a step back and look at our past-
in memory of our lives,
or to move on from pain and weakness.
throughout the years you find yourself with a book heavier and harder to lift each day.
a book filled with smiles.
the top ice cream scoop falling onto the floor.
the days you met your lifelong best friends.
the days when you would waddle around the house on little rolls of baby skin called legs.
the day you realize you just want it to slow down.
the day you realize you never want your story to end.
you can put a bookmark in-
put your day,
week even,
on hold.
but never,
never,
put that book back on the shelf for good.
trust me,
in the end...
it'll be your favorite story.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Me
PoetrySimply Me is about my life and the ups and downs of it. Some parts of this story handle fun and exciting parts of my life, while other parts are heavier topics and about trying to push through bad days. Remember that your differences from the rest o...
