I sought a place where I could find peace
Away from their awful naming and looks.
I found it not in a dark and gloomy place,
But between the pages of amazing books.
Oh, how enchanted I became as I read
Of peoples who resided in distance lands.
What relief to finally be left alone with
The wonders of the world in my hands.
In my books, I could finally behold lives
That kindled in my soul a pleasant hope.
I had to believe that joy was possible,
If with my difficult life I could cope.
In these latter years, I still seek escape
Into the delights of wonderful books.
They are still for me enchanted places
Where I get lost once I am hooked.