The sadness has taken hold of my world,
My body instantly goes furled,
I’m feeling all the self-pity,
As I bustle about making myself feel busy.
I am curled on the floor,
Pretending I am in an old bookstore,
Holding myself in a personal hell,
As I try to remember the book smell.
I cannot think of anything besides this,
As I cry I try to reminisce,
Remember the good people in my life,
As I try to forget the midwife.
If books won’t work nothing will,
Thinking of the one who holds my heart still,
A smile comes straight to my lips,
But the sadness eclipse.