The Way Home


Tattered pages

Folded in the corners

To show where we paused

Where we went back to real life

Bookmarks

Bent and creased

From loving hands

That seek to find their place

For us these are portals

They are doors

That allow us

To go back to the worlds

That we love

To live a million lives

To know more

Than we ever knew we could

They are windows to inspiration

They are snapshots of heartbreak

Places where we left off

When the page became tear stained

Only to return and cry again

What beauty would be added to life

If only we could stop the story

If even for a moment

To absorb

To revel in love and life

And even loss

A bookmark is home

A place that we may return to

Always

And never be turned away

Glory to the tattered pages

Of our lives

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7 comments on “The Way Home

  1. Linda Davis says:

    I see what you created in 10 minutes! Look forward to your remaining years! You are GOOD! Thanks for running with my idea

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  2. Linda Davis says:

    Luv this!

    Like

  3. Tape Boy says:

    Great poem!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Gwen Burson says:

    Kira, this is one of the best. It actually took my breath away in its simplicity. So much said so succinctly! What a beautiful blending of everyday life, and the places we escape to with a book
    and with our dreams and aspirations. I’m copying it and sharing it with my old book club in Alaska. Wonderful. If you don’t end up being read all over the world, there is no justice!

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