Open Book Addisen Knier

Open Book

I am not at all like an open book. In fact, if anyone would dare, care to look, I would be a book so closed, it would almost be impossible to unlock.

I would be a brown, boring, broken, book. Dusty and old and starting to rot. This book’s so boring if you passed in a library, you would never know what stories I’ve got.

If you’ve passed this book in the library. I would be so quiet you could hear the clock go tick tock tick. Out of thousands of books, I would not be the one that gets picked.

I am not at all like an open book. I don’t own beautiful, expensive book sleeves. My pages aren’t curled, nor are they twirled. How could I be so naïve?

To think that I could be interesting, to think I could be special, with my thoughts about myself, with my thoughts I wrestle.

I’ve sat alone in my library and my mind starts to ponder. I’ve gone so unnoticed. If I was gone, would anyone wonder?

What has happened to me? What has gone wrong? With this isolation from friends, will this isolation be so long?

I’m not at all like an open book, I’m not written like Shakespeare, Twain or Poe. My imagination stays in one place though, it does not wander to and fro.

There is a bright side to this book. And one for all others. Like a chess rook moving forwards, because there are no bothers.

One day, this book will find a reader. Clean, not mean, and smart enough to read a clock. Perhaps a best friend who knows how to read this book. What stories will they unlock?

I am not at all like an open book, although I am quite boring, I’ve got a few stories to get told. Quite so interesting, they would never start to get old.

If you want a friend to share some stories a thousand pages long, or want to be friends with someone who can sing a good song, maybe you should start to look. Maybe try to read this old, boring, closed book.

Addisen Knier, Grade 8 South View Middle School, Edina Teaching Artist, Frank Sentwali