She was a professional protagonist
Placed into uncomfortable settings
In tree-topped forests and
Sun-dried seas, vacant hills and
Unexplored bedrooms
It seemed almost possible
Fitting into these odd scenes
But as her story continued and
Each chapter she danced to something
New and uninviting
She still searched for a page
To blend into
And maybe by the end of her novel
She could have a less fictitious view
On the literary life she leads
I really liked the story behind this poem.
Thank you! 🙂