17/28 | 2.17.18 | February Writing Challenge

17/28 | February Writing Challenge

17. If you were a book, in which section of the bookshop would you be shelved?

My binding is constantly breaking, my pages are falling out, my cover is too worn for anyone else to want to open me up and see my contents. 

There are so many words written in me, etched in places unseen, too many words and strings of sentences for anyone to spend time reading. I'm easier to just be placed on a shelf, untouched and unread and unopened and unnoticed. 

I could be found circulating every shelf, for no genre is my one true home- I bounce between classic myths and romance and young adult fiction and poetry. I encompass too much and regularly overflow, the words float off the page like a boat in a storm, lost forever to the world.

Take me off the shelf, unearth my poems, study my words, highlight your favorite sentences, and never put me back again.