She was quiet
For the moment
All the torrents
Of her turmoil storm
Had ceased
She was quiet
Her tears had finally
Stopped
Stopped pounding
At the shuttered windows
Of her soul
She found comfort
In the purring
Of a cat
In the worn
And tattered cover
Of an old paperback
She had read a million times
She was quiet
Now
But the tears weren't yet
Dry on her face
Now she brushed them away
Impatiently
She had no time
For such trifles
There were entire universes
Contained in a page
Waiting for her parched mind
To drink in
As if it were dying of thirst
And reality was
A sun-baked desert
That she longed
To escape from
Her only comfort
Was
That purring cat
That familiar book
Her only escape
From a world
Full of sharp edges
She could catch herself on
And bleed out
There are no sharp edges here
Only the warm softness
Of a friendly cat
Her only friend
And the gentle curve of the slope
The dangerous slope
That a timeless good book
Pulls you down
Down
Beneath the undulating waves
To the depths of the ocean
Into another world
Another time
A blissful escape
From a world
Full of the sharp edges
Of broken things
That bite and claw
At sensitive skin
And tears on her cheeks
That never seem to dry
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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