She slipped between the pages and was gone

She slipped between the pages and was gone. The words became her world. She learned what they meant. As she grew the words grew. They unfolded themselves in her presence and became more complex. She learned that the power they held was astounding.They became her everything. They taught her amazing things. Together she learned to dance with the words. The music changed beat often, but the steps came naturally because the steps belonged to the words and the words were her.

One day the words lifted the pages and set her free again, but she took the words with her. She helped the words to see and be new things, and the words taught her that she was strong and powerful. She would always have them and they would make her laugh and taught her how to feel. The words were things she could take, but she learned to give them as well. The words were her escape, but she taught others the beauty that they held, and every time the words were shared they became more. The words also learned and grew with every retelling. The words changed, and redefined themselves, and were made more beautiful. The edges were worn smooth and they shone even more brightly. She knew that as long as she was alive the power of the words would be hers.