• I sit there,
    my book in hand,
    ready to unleash,
    another land,
    the words flow freely,
    jumping off the page,
    my grip on the book tightens,
    as my eyes fill with rage,
    the giift i was told,
    i mastered so well,
    might not be,
    a gift after all,
    but as i close my book,
    and look to the side,
    i spot a treasure,
    that came from the inside