Life Is Like a Book

By Kelsea Jones

The World is a book case,
Every shelf filled, no vacant space.
Every life is a book, every birthday a chapter,
every second a moment, maybe a happily ever after.

Some books are well read,
The pages bent; crinkled from use,
The spines are cracked, some pages are loose.

Some books are brand new,
Only a few chapters old,
The pages are crisp,
Stories waiting to be told.

Most of these books are still being written,
Some typed out, clean and sharp,
Others scrawled across, their own works of art.

Many of them are finished.
Not all of them complete.
Some ended before they should have.
Some endings bitter-sweet.

Let’s talk for a moment about your book.
Close your eyes and Imagine,
if you will, exactly how it looks.

The room is cozy, softly lit,
The weight in your hand draws your attention to it.
You flip through the pages, not quite sure where you’re going
It0’s your life, after all, and you aren’t all-knowing.

You are, however, the protagonist of this story
You’re the one it’s all about,
Where will this story lead you?
Well, we’re about to find out.