Hiding

When I was a child and I felt
That I needed to hide myself
From all of life's trials,
Somewhere in my room
My key to a new
World lie waiting for me.
Elegant pages of white,
Exploding with proud black letters,
Spilled over into the
Edges of my imagination.
Night and day I would lock myself
Far away in the worlds that
These books invited me into.
Opening a skit with Jo March,
Hoping Nelly would get hers
Side by side with Laura Ingles.
Sharing in all of theirups and
Downs. Finding, in the end, that
These friendships would become
Etched into memories that,
Today, still beg me to come,
Enticing me to hide myself anew.


This poem is written in the Linking Form discovered by Vivian Gilbert Zabel.