From the very beginning
my alphabets were my food-
not all and always
a ‘scrumptious chocolate tart’-
but most were palatable-
life at all times was good
till I met with craggy darkness-
only then I came to learn
that each letter was my lamp-
each iridescent word my breather-
each book my lighthouse-
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Literacy @ Poets United
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