As a poet
Am a lover of books
I could get lost in books
And never be found
And I realized I have a bad habit
Where as I would fold the page
Of my most favorite part of the book
That or I put a book mark in between the pages
So that one day I could go back
Go back to my favorite part of the book
And relive that feeling
Those emotions over and over
So today as I was exercising my bad habit
I thought what if we could hypothetically
Do the same with humans
What if we could fold a page of our memories
Or put bookmarks to mark them
To always have our favorite memories
Of our lives and what we shared
To have a place of reference when
Life gets tough and we want to give up
A place to relive good memories
Just that one page to remind us
Of how happy how wonderful it felt
That page to show us
What we went through
And how we never thought we will get through
But we conquered it then
And we’ll conquer it now
What if we could bookmark our memories
And use it to remind us how we felt about people
Even when they hurt us the most
What if we went back to that folded page of our memories
And remind ourselves to be understanding
Because we were once there
I know its a lot of what ifs
But what if all we need is a point of reference
Just folded pages and bookmarks
To remind us of emotions long forgotten
Of feelings long abandoned
Of reasons to forgive or love
Of our ability to survive it all
Of our capability to be strong
What if my bad habit in the physical
Could save lives and souls
But we are people
And even if we fold the pages and bookmark
We would rather skip those pages
Or tear them out when they don’t support us
But here’s a thought folded pages
Are our favorite pages.
        -poem by Joyce