I’m a 7-year old.

I picked a book from the library and excitedly ran all the way home.

I locked myself in the tiny closet and sat down on the floor.

Eagerly, I opened the book and the words were waiting for me.

Looking up at me curiously.

Two little strangers would embark on a new journey.

Slowly and patiently from one word to another I rolled.

The words started revealing a story like I hadn’t read before.

This time it took me into a forest dense and green.

I escaped from the reality and lost myself in this picture serene.

I was a Merman and a white-winged divine horse accompanied me.

A heaviness in the air,

An adventure was on its way.

A mystery to reveal.

I got absorbed in it so fast that I had forgotten to eat.

My mind raced..

Word by word, page by page.

I travelled in my mystical world

while being seated in my tiny unkempt home.

And just like this, everyday

I traverse into my world of fantasy

Away from the pain, fear, anger, brutality and poverty. 

I go lands away just by coursing through the page

and I escape my reality.

What is wrong with me?

Why is my mind treating me so miserably?

 

All I ask for are a few words..

To please my soul.

But seems like my numb mind

Is being too difficult

To let it all flow.

 

All I ask for are a few words

To rain down from my brain.

But every time I sit down to write

Holding this pen with all my might,

My mind remains to be distracted

Refusing to partake in my efforts

That could possibly bring me

Some glory.