JoyA Poem by Brittany Bostic
Joy
Joy is holding it in my hands. Feeling the pages as they flip through my fingers. Wondering how these words seem so perfect. Joy is knowing these are my words. Reading them over and over until I have them memorized. Loving the beauty that is my book. Joy is touching the soft pages. Looking at the characters names and knowing they are my very own. Wondering how these words seem so perfect. Joy is wrapping my fingers around the binding. Caressing the cover page with an ineffable expression. Loving the beauty that is my book. Joy is getting that first copy. Answering all of my friends and family that want one too. Wondering how these words seem so perfect. Joy is the work I put into these words finally being presented in a final product. Smiling every time I look at it because it is now mine. Loving the beauty that is my book.
© 2016 Brittany BosticAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrittany BosticMDAboutTo write is to live and feel passion seething through your veins that somehow shows up in words on paper. I love words and the strange way that they use themselves to portray everything we have in.. more..Writing
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