Glad is the girl who finds comfort in word,

wraps up in blankets of poetry, prose.

Hides from the fears and the worries she knows.

Flies far away on the wings of a bird. 

Problems she faces are quickly obscured,

As off into lands of the story she goes.

She sets aside all residual woes,

As the line ‘tween fiction and fact is blurred


I soon return to my temporal home, 

Life calls my name, obligation does croon. 

I set down the pen and bookmark my sheet,

Throw out my coffee and reach for my tome,

Scoop up the papers and books I have strewn.

Fortified, ready the day now to meet.