a poem

open

open up

the book i see i open

to go into its world

to live its life

to fall in love

to breath, to hope, to die

i open the book

willing it

hoping it

knowing it

"someday" i think

"someday that will be me"

but for now i rest

i sit, i sleep, i eat

my book

my chair

and me 

waiting

watching

what next?

every page, every corner

enveloping me

a movie in my mind

my way

the story written but not yet told

another page

another breath

i watch, i wait, i gasp

is it? it is

is it? no

and then it ends

leaving me

with feels, with a heart

racing, pounding

oxygen depleting

vision swirling, i come out

out of my cocoon of that

of that world i was a part of

a character, my own story

within a story

to read and read again

that life, it ended

but maybe

just maybe

a sequel? or no

on to the next

the next life, the next world

I wrote this poem for a contest on one of my favorite Facebook pages, Living To Read Fantasy. This is my entry for their contest. You can see my poem, along with others, in the page's photo album Poem Contest.