I hide behind my wall of words.
All those times I've spent reading the dictionary and books on life,
Friendships, love.
Never experiencing them for myself.

Only through second hand eyes.
Like how I was somewhere in the shadows, eavesdropping on the plans of Romeo and Juliet.
Among the crowds trying on Cinderella's glass slipper.
Rejoicing in Pip's fortun' and shared his journey in Great Expectations.

I've been there, among the ages as stories unfold.
I had lived my days among pages,
Living the adventures of another's life.
While my own crumbled around me.

It all seemed to happen too fast, One minute I was reading Goldilocks with bubbles in my hair.
The next I was finishing Macbeth with a sigh.
My head permanently bent, reading,
Caught up in my latest adventure.
I only had looked up long enough to notice my life had past by.

Here I am with my mind filled with expectations
Forged from fairy tales and novels of love and life.
Comparing it to a reality filled with disappointment,
A hardness no novel could prepare me for.
A modern day fairytale,
Without the promise of there ever being magic and light.

Here I am,
In my tower of ink,
Surrounded by a wall of words.
Loving people through poetry.
Crying through stanzas.
Feeling only through literature.
In a world where people don't read as much.
And literature is as dead as chivalry.

Here I am a poetess,
A princess, forced to face reality.
Equipped with words and lullabies.
A Snow White awaken to the realities.
Seven sins as dwarfs and the realization that my own mind can become my villain.
Trapped in my world of words.

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A/N
I read a lot,
Since about 2015
( when I discovered the beautiful orangeyness of wattpad )
Most my books became electronic,
And even though this is great.
Nothing beats a hard copy,
There's just something magical about holding the words...I don't know if anyone can relate 😅

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