I am neither
too hot nor too cold
I am lukewarm
consumed by an eternal flame
Both night and day
I quench my thirst
through written words
Down on paper on the page
I can make mistakes
I was am
a reserved child
Displaying tranquility
yet solitary
trying to find a true friend
When there were none at all
Ah, but in a book!
Fiction on the page
was, is
My only escape
Fairy-tales and tall tales
wondered me, still
They do now
Marveling me, entrancing me
The thrill I seek
Is an imagined one
And yet,
I wait to see the day
Fiction will be
My one
My only
Reality
Where a true friend will be
waiting for me--yes
Only me!
Atop the castle I pretend to pray
And I watch contently as they slay
My Bluebeard
Oh Bluebeard!
At last--
I am free!
