Call of the Unread Books

April 9, 2013
It seems I’ve truly learned to appreciate the love of reading.
I hardly do anything else these days
I sit in the TV room with the TV off
the blinds not open,
but the sun comes through anyways
and finds me with a book in my hands.
I’ve found myself not wanting to do anything else,
but I have so many plans,
Plans to go places
to do things I’ve never done
to discover art and photography and myself
but I have found that reading takes away the pain,
takes away the disappointment and frustration that follows
when life doesn’t happen the way you thought it would
because it never does;
reading takes me to a land, my own Neverland,
different in every book, where all of my plans seem possible
and it seems like things that I want for my life can be true
but only when I complete page after page,
engrossed in the world that exists only in my imagination.
And even though I never do anything else,
or get anything done,
the bookshelf compels me to empty itself of unread books it claims, slowly
so I never ignore its call, I never stop,
and I stay in the TV room
with the sun approving my actions through its consistent appearance.

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Ashley R. said...
Apr. 12, 2013 at 8:50 pm
wouldn't have said it any better books just helps you escape your problems and issues its like having your own pschiatrist at hand without leaving the comfort of your home
starlightstarbright This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 11, 2013 at 10:44 pm
Exactly. perfectly worded
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