The Joy of Reading

by Shawnong

The joys of reading, inexplicable I glean

A private source of pleasure and harmony

The words dance, frolic and play

Breathed life into by the reader of the day

They accompany me during lonely waits

Veil me away in crowded trains


I find myself in books I must admit

Collecting pieces of myself along the way

Bits and pieces on every page

You suddenly realise how you were made

From the words you read and the thoughts they create


Uncanny to see your feelings on paper

Like an x-ray of your soul, just a little clearer


Pen and paper, the power they wield

More potent than the sword and shield

Words cut deeper than the sharpest blade

And keep you safer than the toughest plate


The joy of reading only stays

Never can it be taken away