The Book Of My Life Poem by Nudershada Cabanes
The Book Of My Life
Open me, don't be afraid
Lift my pages and read me
Be gentle when you turn my pages
Don't tear at my edges
Nor leave marks of your fingers, they hurt
Read me as when you were reading your first story book
With wonderment, anticipation and excitement
What you find may not be as beautiful
As a fairytale you first read
But a story that was woven from the fanric of my life
You will read of the scars
From the wounds that life has inflicted on me
And of things that made my life a kaleidoscope of colors
They were created by life experiences
I encountered in my journey in the path of life
The love I have given away and received
The time I shared with people who matter to me
They are treasures I keep in my chest
Read me to understand me
Do not judge what you find unpleasant in me
This is my story, the book of my life
Where hands have trailed on my pages to read me
Read me well, read me to the last
For it is in your reading me
That I find my worth
Open me! ! ! Do not judge what you find unpleasant in me! Nice piece of work. Yes! ! No one is perfect! We are all trying to do our best on earth. With mistakes along the line. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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8/17/2025 12:11:07 AM # 1.0.0
check spelling line 10 :) is this a poem from your 'heart'? are you seeking more readers of your poems, in some of which you reveal yourself? ? now, i AM curious! ! and i shall read you more than in the past...if i don't forget! to MyPoemList. and maybe to a showcase some month, using poems from many parts of Asia, not the Indian Subcontinent (which i've already featured once) . bri :) very nicely done