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.
