The library was open
She sat there alone
Surrounded by books
Some authors unknown
This was her escape
The land of the greats
She lived through these books
They gave her a life
She hid in her safe place
And read until they closed
Then went to her shelter
And dreamt of what they wrote
Only sixteen
But homeless for years
No parents, no family
She ran out of tears
She dreamed of the characters
The authors brought to life
Becoming them
Kept her going one more night