I am a closed book hidden on the shelf. I am up high, among the other books so easy to reach and to open. It takes an extra climb; an extra step of effort to reach me. I'm pretty dusty in fact, as it's been so long I've rested. I've stayed closed for years, untouched and unexposed. I have so much wisdom to share; so many stories you'd love to hear. However, I stay on the top shelf, closed for those seeking for truth, for hope, for answers. I may carry what you need, but we'll never know for sure, as I stay on the top shelf, too difficult to climb to and left to only observe below. I was written with care, looked over and over again to make sure my words are of perfection. I first began as a simple idea- a domino of idea after idea after idea. So many thoughts organised to words and placed between hard covers. And now I remain, between books that are between books. I wonder if anyone will take the time or the effort to reach this high, to discover who I am. I wonder if I'll open up and have the opportunity to share my knowledge, my wisdom, my creativity. I am a unique book; I'm just waiting to be opened.
How I crave your eyes, and attention; your choice to soak me in.
written december 26 1:57am
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