Parker A Book’s Dreams, Worries, and Wishes

I am a book

I sit in the back of a bookshelf, forgotten

I dream of being opened and read

I dream of someone to share my secrets with

I dream of telling the world the stories inside me

I worry that I might never see the world again

I worry that I will sit on the shelf gathering dust forever

I worry that I will never be able to tell my story

I wish for a fellow forgotten book to share my pain

I wish for a friend to be near that would comfort me

When I was young there were others around me

When I was young there were kids to read me

But now they are all grown up and so am I