An Open Book

Every day there is an ocean,
A storm of thoughts,
BEATING me, BASHING me.
Soaked in rains of worry,
Shivering in the winds of frustration,
Balancing on waves of anger.
But once the book is open,
The rain has stopped,
I'm far from the sea,
By the comfort of fire,
There is shelter.
Each word has a rhythm,
And soon harmony,
Every time the page turns,
The song gets better and better,
All I want,
Is it to keep going.
Once I,
Put a bookmark and close the book,
The song is gone, hello again stars.