I opened the book
and took a deep dive
into a world unknown
a life unlike my own
full of feelings and actions
I might or might not condone
then suddenly the words took flight
with characters keenly alive
and my soul had risen
to an ethereal height
borne on feathers paper thin
and wings of compassion
stories exist to tie us down
tie me to you and you and you
and to set us free
both true equally,
to let us be what the birds would be
creatures of heaven’s trajectory
Liz McFadzean