When I was little I used books as stepping stones into new imaginary worlds
As I grew, forgotten in teenage silence, reading transported me to foreign lands
where I was accepted and unafraid.
I sought refuge in the sentences writers constructed,
their words, my strength , releasing me from systems I could not understand.
As an adult I made books my trade
Developing young minds with Shakespeare, Atwood, Golding and Hughes
Now I am older,
I write my own words
filling blank notebooks
yearning to be told
Without reading I would not write
And without writing I would not be