I am…

The rainbow

is contained within

dark brown wood and a million colors.

Yet I am just one color.

 

Quiet, alone,

yet surrounded

by others.

 

I sit on that

dark brown wood

every day.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting on someone to come.

 

I’m always closed,

never open,

unless a chance comes along.

 

My secrets revealed.

My story unfolds.

 

But I sit here every day

until someone comes for me.

 

I am a book.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.