True Home

I cannot remember

The first book I read.

The first time I felt

Alive.

That's what it is, always has been

To me.

A story, a narrative, a journey,

More real than the hand holding the book.

I open a book, 

And feel at home.

For as long as I can remember,

Interaction, daily necessities,

Have felt

Forced.

But when the page turns,

My heart flutters.

Life is hard,

To one and all.

But books are constant,

And speak to the soul.