Escape Through Pages
Olivia Hussey
As laughter and sunshine fill the room,
I linger around in solitary gloom.
Another day spent playing alone in the yard,
another year passes, still no birthday card.
If only I had the diamond eyes – blue like the whimsical waves of the ocean,
and the gorgeous sandy locks to complete the perfect child potion.
But I am stuck with this drab chestnut mane,
and the yearning for crystal blue eyes causes me pain.
As I sit daydreaming in my locked room on my own,
I start to ponder if I really do have a place to call home.
When I grow up, my family won’t want to know my name,
because I don’t want to take a path to fame.
However, the library is my saving refuge,
and the love and inclusion I feel here is huge.
Towering shelves packed with vast tomes of brilliant books,
it is so nice to be in a place where the main focus is not looks.
Each book tells a unique tale,
and everyone is welcome here – male and female.
I enjoy embarking on this journey of imagination,
filled with fears, joys and endless trepidation.
I adore meeting all of these magical creatures,
taking note of their distinct features.
But most importantly, books are my escape from reality,
All I need is my Prince Charming to save me from life’s catastrophe.
Sadly, I know it’s unlikely to happen,
And it’s something that I can only imagine.