We’re used to paper changing worlds

The power of ink bound like souls

To uplift or oppress,

To entangle or release.

Hours sink into a daze

Across each page like whispers

Of a long forgotten chorus:

Countless nights

Of recitation and revision

In a past we never knew.

Until that day,

With dawn breaking,

You slipped past dreaming

Past drifting between stars

And found yourself

A little closer

To who you’ve always wanted to be.

One page…

One page composed of hundreds gone

Composed of thousands more to come

One page…

And you’ve turned to a new chapter.

So, keep reading…

Keep writing…

And most of all,

Keep believing.

You have a library in your heart;

It’s time the whole world knew.