Book Trouble

By Tanyaa Sarkar

My books aren’t stained with the things that I eat Although I prefer keeping them stainless They’re stained with the trust I’ve placed.

Whenever I’m in history lessons

Or going through an ordeal My worries magically seem to lessen

As I flip through the pages of my book Constantly being wary of my bookmark falling out I get transported to my world of fairies and crooks

At the end of the day, I’m thankful to it For it kept me sane through the day Despite reminding myself to not make its binding tear and split

Corners upturned, vexed and saddened I get I then regret taking it with me wherever I go Upset I am when the edges get smelly and wet

Its smell sends me above seventh heaven The pale color of the page always gets me nostalgic It makes me feel home when I put it down at half past eleven.

By Tanyaa Sarkar