Book Life


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



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 




  • Author: Devorah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2017 11:48
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22


  • FredPeyer

    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!

    • DeviLove

      I'm so glad you like it! And yes, I was trying to make it thought provoking 😛

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