I'm a Book. C'est La Vie!

I'm a book with torn bumpy pages

With a little bit faded script

From the time I was created 

(Maybe from ages), but I still exist.

My cover is solid and stable

And the title is still in gold;

With a lock for instant protection

From the ones that TRY to walk 

Over my face, over my spine;

Try to scratch and peel my skin. 

Oh, surprisingly, I'm still doing fine! 

I was soaked and thrown in between

Bunch of crazy tornados and floats,

Seasonal hurricanes and midlife monsoons. 

My cover has some cracks and few blisters  

From numerous dry desert twisters.

Are you still asking me "Who are you?".

Who I am? You must know 

Several languages to able to read  

Chapter by chapter of this journey of ME.

And it’s good if you bring 

Your humorous mood. 

Who I am? I'm a book. C'est La Vie!

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States