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