Planted in the middle of quiet and quarrel
I grew up through the roots of books
dividing life into dreams I could believe.
Pages raced through wide eyed blinks
leaving footprints of I can and I will
on my imagination hungry for rainbows.
Surrounded by friends with alphabet spines
I drew closer to words that didn’t sting
from the cat scratch of an angry tongue.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
NaPoWriMo ~ Day 2
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