My Book

Never have I connected 

With anything more 

Than an old little book 

In a broken-down book store 

You taught me so well 

I’ve now learnt myself 

Only 783,137 words 

Could make me so swell 

I’ve seen all your powers 

I’ve read all your words 

Turned my insecurities 

Made them flock away like birds 

At first, I was hesitant 

To dare pick you up

In hopes if I didn’t 

I’d have better luck

But I took you and bought you 

And I’m glad that I did 

How can a book mentor me? 

Make me want to live 

I flipped through your pages 

As they burned through my tips 

And the fire of your words 

Bled through my lips 

I carry you with me 

When I am in need 

In hopes if I read you

That I will succeed 

I worshiped you when I was at my best 

And blamed for you for all 

When I had no success 

And yet here I am 

My mentor, a book 

That little old me 

Didn’t want to take a look 

So now that I’ve lost you 

And I’ve passed you on 

I wish you the best 

On somebody else’s arm 

You taught me so well 

my bible indeed 

made me see the light 

when I was in need. 

DeLeña B.