Life story

I finished a chapter today.

Longer than the kind in books

yet in one all the same.

It’s not the last

I won’t be here for that.

It’s a very long book you see.

Sometimes it feels like it can end at any second

but it keeps on going after a cliff hanger.

You’d have to read a page a day for the rest of your life to ever finish it

and even then some pages are blank.

On those days I ran out of ink 

I wasn’t allowed to throw away the pen.

Sometimes I felt like trying

but each time I waited for a refill

and then just when I needed more I would be given back what I never take for granted.

It’s very difficult not to tear out the blank pages.

I must remember that without them

the book is obsolete…worthless.

Hiding the meaning behind the first words written all those years ago.

All of the pages are there for a reason,

they tell of a life lived.

A life unwillingly put on hold.

A life taken back?

They tell of my life story.

Thank you for reading! 😉💕 Hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you are!