The books were her safe place;
A world to rival the ones in her dreams.
But life moved on and with haste;
The novels began to tear at the seams.
Fiction was replaced with a 9 to 5;
Anxiety came along for the ride.
The heroes vanished and the evil soon replaced,
All those characters who guided her way.
A new escape, in a bottle it was encased.
Those poor stories no longer had a say.
In her heart she knew it was just another battle to fight;
Take a deep breath and hold on tight.
Dust off the cover,
Take a look around.
You see, we still have one another.
The King emerges, ready to hand you his crown.
It’s not over yet, the books are being bound.
Back to their rightful owner, you have been found.