A book is an adventure in your very hands.
Stories of love, of valor, and of tears.
A new friend through a window,
Courage in a world not her even own.
A young hero dives into the depths,
Fulfilling a promise she swore to keep.
Tears drip slowly down a broken one’s cheek,
As she finds her friend as helpless as she.
These stories live on, for years past our fate.
Planted in hearts, passed down from age to age.
Some will be untouched, the tale stands too tall.
Some will live it, believe, and become strong.
Books are our escape from this broken world.
It saves the pure dreams in black precious ink.
A drug of our own, in endless supply.
A temptation of the unread pages.
The idea of a brand new journey
Read beside a crackling fireplace.
An adventure takes place every time,
But to join the story is up to you.
The swing of a sword, the dash between words-
This, a decision only you can make.
Hey guys! Sorry it’s been awhile, but I have begun a new job, and we have been working on something BIG that I will hopefully be announcing soon.
In this blank verse poem, I have placed clues to what this announcement may be.
Allegory is not usually my thing, but lately I’ve been feeling a little extra… mysterious 😉
Off on an adventure!