For those who like poetry: Bound.

Bound.

Bound by choices... people... vows.

Bound by actions... inaction... fear.

The cover is worn and torn

Starts wearing the day we’re born.

Pages, some brittle some supple

Some like new where others crumple

I bend for some and others crack

I turn the pages and don’t look back

Some are stuck together

From stormy Heart’s weather

Sealed in their dictation

Damaged from separations

A chapter when she was my friend

I’ll never read those lines again

But my binding has a sweet scent

Of where I’m going and not where I went

In your library I belong

Now my pages fill with song!

With others sharing my fate

Coming together

Culminate!

If you see me on that shelf

Reminding you of yourself

Drama can be misleading

Remember

We're worth reading