Read Poem: BREATHING NOVELS, by Esra Cengel

I was asked once who I was
I said I was a novel aboveground
That breathes and walks around
I said I was a novel that cries
Recalling the pain in the past
And the tough days never last
I said I was a novel that smiles
Thinking of friends who are nice
And have never broken my heart
I said I was a novel full of pages
Some of which will be closed forever
Some of which will be read over and over
I then said life was a compelling course
Filled with fleeting hours
If I’d write down my life and milestones
It would make a great novel, of course
Just like hers
Just like his
Just like yours

Esra Cengel

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