Boundless adventures lie trapped on a shelf
Bound by covers that lure the human eye
A reader’s hand reaches to escape himself
Slightly pulling a book—it’s title to spy
Not intrigued by the title or cover
His fingers brushed across the row of books
He felt stories inside, from sleep, began to stir
Though dusted upon by time--tucked in library nooks
Then a thought of inspiration came to mind
How much individual lives are like books
Some covers bold or bland while others shined
Stories about spirit and others about looks
People so often judged by the world’s titles
while their story is hidden behind the cover
their unread story misinterpreted by gossipers
while there’s so much beauty inside to discover
Written by --HeatherJoy