Hour 17: Books were Safer

Books were safer

Even when they disappointed

Or twisted to unexpected ends

 

If they spirited me

Into danger and certain death,

I could always return to ground

With but a scratch on my memory.

 

Even though they created for me

Wicked worlds, shrouded in pain,

They brought me to places

Where hearts are healed and souls revived.

 

They filled me up

With critical thoughts

And stretched my imagining

Above my intellect.

 

Books would never trade my trust

For lies

Or diminish my unguarded devotion.

They hold my place

And never betray my love

With envy or greed.

 

Books were always safer

Than other people

Anyway.

One thought on “Hour 17: Books were Safer

  1. I’ve read a lot of strong poems in response to this prompt particularly, but I think this is my favourite. You convey the sanctuary books provide so well. The worlds they contain, even when they are not free from harm.

    I particularly loved this section “If they spirited me

    Into danger and certain death,

    I could always return to ground

    With but a scratch on my memory.”

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