Hidden Pages

January 14, 2009
By Claire Barker, Stanton, MI

Opening my doors
you look inside quickly,
before shutting me tightly.
You are afraid of getting lost,
afraid I might grab a hold of your mind,
afraid of the adventure that lies inside me.
How long will you sit and think about me,
after I’m finally opened?

Again I am opened
but this time you stare at my contents
You take the plunge and decide to stay.
As you walk through me,
I take your mind away,
which has been your biggest worry.
You sit for hours,
studying me,
figuring out my hidden secrets.
Unable to get away,
from my mystery.

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