My place of hope is something that can't be seen

It can not be heard or touched or tasted

At least not with the way normal people usually do

It takes a certain skill to see

And hear and feel what's going on

In my mind

My imagination is what keeps me sane

A glad escape from my everyday life

It's full of magic and wonder and impossible things

Anything I want to see and

Hear and touch and taste. To smell and

Imagine

My mind is a place of possibilities

Where I can create whatever I want

And when I can't create anything more than what I have

I read the great books of others

And a movie plays in my head

Like before

I choose a book from the shelf and sell my soul

I spend all my time reading to the end

I stay up late and wake up early to finish a life

And when I flip that final page

It feels as if I lost a part

Of myself

I travel the universe and dimensions

All without moving a step from my seat

I have lived a thousand lives and traveled to distant worlds

And I have seen the end of time

All because I read those plain words

On a page

A book a day keeps reality away

A barrier that shelters me from life

A world that distracts and comforts me in my times of need

And to know that I'm not alone

In my fight I visit the place

I call home