Poetry- How will the pages be turned?
65It doesn't matter the moment or the weather of the day
Silent and Still
She sinks into her chair-
By the window with gold glistening in her long brown hair.
She reads and she dreams,
She stays silent and still,
As the words in her books make her feel real.
She can sing-she can fly, she is innocent, she feels alive.
It doesn’t matter the moment, or the weather of the day-
She can sit by the window and let the words take her far away.
As the day turns to dusk and she realizes the time-
She feels the stories she read and she escapes from her truths and her lies.
Time to play pretend as her world must be let in.
The reality of her choices-the truth that she hates,
The seemingly unpredictable knowledge,
That her books don’t reflect who she is today.
If I could escape to a story in time,
Would I write the words or would the words control my life?
If I wrote a story of a woman I thought I once was,
Would the story fill the pages and how would the pages be turned?
She sits by the window as darkness fills the air,
She reads through her tears and the hopes she hasn’t found here.
These are just words-come back to this world,
She closes her book and is left with a life that has been misunderstood.
It isn’t about me,
Or how I don’t try.
It is about the truth of how she is, and how she gets away with her lies.
A secret left to cover, one never to be told,
She is starving for the answers to the questions that won’t ever make her feel full.
If I could see past the darkness- the horror of my demise,
I wouldn’t be starving for these words to change the reality of my misunderstood life.
They are only words-no answers in what is confused,
This is the story of a life that has taken too much abuse.
And so her story begins in the pages of a book,
She reads by the window and creates a world she doesn’t know.
No kiss on a cheek,
Or weakness in love stricken trembling knees.
Just the voices she hears,
From the words of a page.
In a book she is writing to remember,
That she once had her own name.
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Very nice poem. I really enjoyed reading it.
Books and reading are like therapy sometimes, but as your poem so eloquently points out, books can be escapism when you don't want to face what is happening around you. That can be dangerous. I enjoyed reading your poem. The pictures are really nice, too. I think I saw that same moon the other night. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us.
wow this is so deep and sad and beautiful.. I can relate boy can I relate. and I really love the video. Books stories take us away. don't they?.. and our secrets oh our secrets.
Love your poem..
I voted way up
Debbie
I can also relate to this brilliant hub;great work and here's to so many more to share on ere.
Take care and enjoy your weekend.
Eddy.
wonderful poem, I think we can all relate to it.Voted up and beautiful.
Hey Holly, this is one terrific piece of writing. At one point in my life I could really relate to it. I remember that time in my life so I can still relate to it, but I no longer live my life as confused as I once was. :) Always, a pleasure to read you. :) Thank you for sharing. :)
"And so her story begins in the pages of a book,
She reads by the window and creates a world she doesn’t know".
Like this very much. and the video was great...:O) Hugs G-Ma
speechless
This is amazing writing! The self-awareness is deep and stunning. The questions that we raise about our purpose in life are the real truths that guide us if we heed the voice. I am glad I came across this in the feed!
Interesting ending. Beautiful words!
You've got it down H.C.
And I voted up, straight across and hot. You say hot's not on here? Dang, it should be!!!
Well done!
Bruce
Thank you for commenting on the hub- I am so sorry that I did not respond earlier- work is killing me :) I use to get lost in my books, then I would dream and there have been a few times that I couldnt remember is a memory was a dream or reality... it is easy to escape to someone elses world- far easier than fixing what is wrong within ours.
Sometimes I feel like I have lived most of my life in the books that I have read, then I realize that I was living my own tale with it's own plot twists. Jamie
Cyndi10- Thanks for much for the comment- I think that we all have our own ways of escaping reality, which is fine, we all need to from time to time. The problem is when we can not make our way back to our lives to actually live. Thanks for the comment! I appreciate the feedback :)
Thank you Deborah! I am glad- well, not glad that you could relate, but glad that you found the hub and poem to be relate able! I appreciate your feedback and thanks again for another comment :)
Eiddwen, I have been so swamped at work- I had not yet been able to respond to all the supportive comments on this hub (I HATE THAT), but I do truly appreciate you taking the time to comment, and I am glad that you enjoyed the message :)
writer20, thanks for the rate up! As always, very much appreciated!
As always Cagsil- It is great to read your comment, and I am glad that you enjoyed what you read.
GMa Johnson- Thank you for your comment- I love when readers pick out the lines which stood out to them, it makes me feel good that the message and the words meant something to someone other than myself!
Thank you Janiek13, but not so sure I can respond with any intelligence to that one :) But thanks for the read and for commenting :)
sofs, thanks for the support, I too am glad that you were able to stumble upon this hub, makes the writing worth while. Even though I write for, myself, it is often somewhat therapeutic to know that it was relate-able to just a few and understood by readers that are also writers. So thank you...
Thanks for the comment Naomi's Banner- I appreciate the feedback and you taking the time to read my work
born2care2001- thanks for the comment and the high rate ups, I appreciate the feedback. :) Thanks for reading!
jhamann, thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting on my poem- I appreciate the feedback! I feel like that too-when things get hard, and I am confused, I tend to sink into a story that is not my own- it is the cheapest form of therapy... i am getting better though, about facing life than hiding from it.
tlpoague Level 7 Commenter 3 months ago
Sometimes when life feels harsh, it is simply easier to bury oneself in a book. Beautiful poem! I felt as if I were the woman in the poem. (Mostly because I enjoy reading so much.)