Logophile

She was broken,

She had been for a long time

But only now the shards pierced her

And the blood flowed

And her head bowed

In all her shattered agony, she hurled

Herself into the ink-kissed pages.

She never expected to be caught.

The words bound her wounds

And the letters wiped away the tears

And slowly she built a new skin to live in,

Where the cracks were mostly sealed

And the gaps had almost been bridged

And so she discovered a crutch

For her soul to lean on,

For her delicate heart to rest while its pieces

Put themselves back together

Books.

Proof that magic exists somewhere in this bleak, hateful universe.

A shout into the void saying, ‘i know the rules but damn them,’

Everything she couldn’t have

Trust

Acceptance,

And hope.

And a promise

Of a better world.

Even for her.