Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)

Fantasy

There is no feeling more
Thrilling than that of
Finding a good book.

Feeling the magic and love,
The power and mystery,
Carefully woven through the
Fibers of each and every page.

Building relationships with each
Character; understanding the
Conglomerate of stories and memories
That they are built upon.

Creating that mental image
Of what they may look like.
Feeling their existence,
Imaginary as it may be.

Falling in love with who they are,
Not with their appearance.
Noticing their strengths.
Noticing their flaws.

Stories have the power of
Grabbing you by the heart,
Ensnaring your mind in their
Suffocating vines, where each
Leaf is dotted with
Beautiful wordplay and
Powerful emotions.
Each vine climbs higher and higher,
Leaving that intoxicating trail
Of wonder behind it.

However, these vines are
Littered with piercing thorns;
Thorns that leave gaping holes
And searing wounds.
Thorns that make you remember
That you are here, and
They are there,
Living peacefully in the world
Which you dream of.

A dreamer's heart will
Always sail to its
Destination.

Whether it be in this life
Or the next one,
Your storybook land
Shall be found.

Until then, unleash
Your imagination.
Let it run rampant,
And let your mind soar.

Let it paint your
New reality
For a few moments
Each day.

Paint yourself the land
In which you belong,
And there your heart shall stay.

A/N
To those who read my poems, thank you. I know my posting schedule is very erratic and I never, ever respond to feedback or praise (I have horrible social anxiety so reaching out is very scary for me </3), but knowing that there are people out there who value the thoughts, time, and feelings that I put into these poems is a very motivating thing. :)