There are sheets of paper--
Pages covered in ink.
They are Sewn and Bound, put
On shelves, unable to escape.
I reach out
Holding Sewn and Bound
In my hand,
Still trapped.
But when I open it,
Reading each word
And understanding each emotion,
The story within is then set free.
This is just a poem I just wrote, so there are some changes that I may make to it in the near future or something. I'm going to be adding more that I wrote from last year. I want to keep this blog as a sort of journal for all my poems. So hope you enjoy and keep reading 'cause there is going to be more to come.
