"Books" Poem

- Books - It's been a lonely week I guess that's what one calls unwanted solitude But maybe, just maybe I'm learning to hold hands with silence  Learning to dance my way into a good book I've stepped on several pages  And starting over again and again Is something I've accepted But you wouldn't know Because I'm fighting this battle on my own now Knowing that underwater You can't hold my breath for me I'm trying to see the world the way the fish do The small ones and their big brothers The shy ones staying away from the others See one day maybe, just maybe, I'll come back  And knock on your door  And tell you stories about the storms, They are different down here There is no rain and everyone flies around No one is afraid of the ground For they do not know the things that you and I do So if you want to You could take a boat and come visit me Reach out and touch my hand And I know you'll try to pull me up But gravity is only suspended in the places where you don't breathe