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