I'm not an open book
I'm tightly bound. tightly shut
To get to know me fully
You'll have to find the key that unlocks me
Push it inside until it "clicks"
And pry me open
Turn my pages; tear them apart
Only then will you discover
What's written inside;
My deepest secrets, who I really am
Once you've gathered all the information you need
Underlined
Highlighted
Copied down
Took pages to keep,
Put me back together with my remaining
Untouched pieces
Use tape, glue, twine; anything to make me whole again
Then grab the key
Push it in until it "clicks"
Shut me gently
And put me back on the shelf,
Where someone else can find me
And check me out
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Author:
Devorah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2017 11:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
What a novel way to talk about our innermost feelings, Devi! I love it. Maybe my love of books has something to do with it as well. And you are right, to know and understand another person takes effort and time. And even then, we may never get to the center!
Well written, thought provoking poem!
I'm so glad you like it! And yes, I was trying to make it thought provoking 😛
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