Guest Post: Unread Pages

I came across this poem this morning on one of the Facebook groups I belong to. It was written by a young man from British Columbia. His words inspired me, and he has given me permission to share here on my blog. I am honoured to share his words and his message of acceptance. ~Karen

Unread Pages

Author: Brody Butts

I am not perfect
Some of my pages are torn
Some are soiled with ink
Some pages are worn and creased
Some are crisp and clean.

I am solitary
Some of my pages hold my secrets and thoughts
Others are meant to be read out loud
Hundred of pages and thousands of words
All contained in 1 book.

I am intelligent
Some sentences make sense right away
Others you need to read twice
And others you need to read between the lines
But to me, those are my favorite.

I am unique
My pages and chapters are written by me
My experiences are my own
I am my own editor, you can not change me
My ink is permanent and my spine is straight.

I am creative
My illustrations are different then you may think they should be
That’s because I see things differently.
I create from what I experience and see
And mold it into something I understand.

I am misjudged
I am judged by my cover not by my pages
I have a hard blank cover, not telling what’s inside
My pages are soft to the touch and full of wonder
If you take time to read me, you will see.




  1. This is absolutely beautiful! As a parent with a young adult son with autism. I was so touched by these words! Keep up the good work and don’t ever stop writing! I for one never judge a book by its cover!! I live with my own non fiction novel!!


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