somebody smarter than me said
that books are mirrors
you only see what you already have
and i started to count.
so far i have found
inside me
love, despair, sorrow,
smiles
sincere and not
hope, pity, anger
the sound of choking
on tears.
and again
love. love. love.
the love of power,
the power of love
the ability
to move mountains.
i shall never know
how my heart
survives.