The Book Cover

We can breathe
With our heads held high
And our heart filled with pride
Whilst we look
Without judging
A book that’s coverless
But covered with smudges
And the ink blots don’t matter
If they’re character building
We’ve read between lines
Now the lines are all filled in
The past is erased
And the future’s unwritten
The villain inside’s
The protagonist fighting
And every time
We’ll start a new page
A new birth.
A new life.
A new death.
A new age.
We’ll look without judging
A book that’s coverless
But covered in smudges
Because the past is the past
And the future’s unwritten.
Stop holding your breath
It’s easier to breathe in.