Paperbacks, Hardbacks, and eBooks.
Their white pages remind us,
of the person in the mirror,
before a few words changed our very lives.
You find escapism in the printed.
What a profound impact ideas can have on us all,
whether they be fictional or reality.
To books, they are everything.
The taste of a fresh baked peach pie,
or the way the snow flurries in the winter.
Writers have a responsibility.
We entrust in them without knowing,
and in moments of darkness,
we lean on them without permission.
How impolite of us all?
To the many, I say thanks.
To myself, I smile awkwardly.
The world is a far better place with writers,
whether you wish to argue or not.
They transform our hearts,
and leave them,
more whimsical than before. Tag: poetry
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Ocean waves raged out of control,
Tossing me from the stern.
I was ashamed and defeated,
Lost and shipwrecked.The skies darkened,
Inside the eye of the storm.
The vessel’s in my mind sunk,
Into the deep blue waters.Stranded and Starved,
Hanging on to this life.
I thought survival was my doing,
Things I could control.I had no food.
I had no water.
I had no savior.Cracked lips,
And wrinkled skin.
I prayed for You.Burdened and broken,
Desperately seeking the only help.
I found mercy in Your healing.You lifted me from the sea,
Placed me by your side,
And filled the empty parts of my soul.I gained a new life,
Shedding my old skin.
I was born again,
Baptized from the Ocean,
And placed in Your heart.
Alexander Richter 