Reading

A ride, dark with night,

And tears in my happy eyes.

As I silently sit,

And gaze out of the window.

Reading!

Like my soul will burst from my mouth.

Like my face will crack with the strain

Of not crying out load,

Not shouting from a hill top.

3 years of forced fiction

3 years of angry shrieks

And frightened tears.

3 years of every night,

Sitting on that bed

With those forced smiles

And encouraging grimaces

With those battles of will

And resigned sighs

With those begging eyes

Dragging guilt out of mine

With fingers raw with worry

And my heart raw with fear.

That shan’t disappear.

But reading!

One chapter,

One smile,

And everything was worth while.

You’re amazing,

And everyone should know.