A book bounded
With lines
Amongst
More lines

These lines
Hold my truth
The ink
Which make
My words come alive
Paint
Those things festering
Deep in my mind

This book
Is something
I could not leave without
For it holds
Truths that are yet
To be confined by the hands of time

I could leave everything
In this place
But the one thing
I hold dear
Are these pages
Where my heart
Only knows how
To feel
Safe

-Angelica Villarruel