I smile and laugh because I am happy
     (Or am I just hiding the pain)
Covering my insecurities
      ( smiling and laughing away)
Look into my big blue eyes
      ( the whole story is deep inside)
Being a confident woman
      (The real me is hiding away)
             ( hurting with no self confidence)
                (Escaping the pain through my smile and laughter)
            Just over here trying to get through my day

To get lost on a shelf.
A journey, couch potato tourist,
Book upon book, fantastical and fact
An expergefactor for the literary senses.

A sofa that swallows you whole
with an old fashioned friend,
stirring bourbon thoughts and
swirling orange twists

A wall of books,
novels and tomes.
Hemingway nestled next to Palahniuk.
Generational angst and
Alphabetical Chaos!

Almost there we can see Dry land
An open door from a helping hand
All those years in that deadly trap
We are moving on no turning back .
The future seems much brighter now
It's time to smile and stand up proud .
The past it seems has left its mark
But there's always light after dark.
So now we see new pastures green
No more nightmares, only dreams.
We took a chance standing on the ledge
Risking our lives close to the edge
We know that there are many more
Who are heading for that opened door
So come on friends and take that hand
And let it help you find dry land.