Christy Chiang Poet I do not know?

When I Read

When I read
A window opens
The writer plants a seed
My life and the characters' become interwoven.

Sometimes they keep me awake, thinking, at night
Sometimes they make me hurt deep, deep down
Sometimes they change my mind about what's wrong, what's right
Sometimes it hurts so much I fear I would drown.

The brains remains critical and rational
The brain says they're not real
But the heart knows true terror and sorrow
The heart argues that it feels.

People give me weird looks
When I laugh, when I cry.
But I believe everything in the books
Call me stupid, but I buy all the "lies".

I find truth in fiction
I see what life is all about
I see the thin line between salvation and damnation
I learn how to be an adult.

Although sometimes as strange as it may seem
As unclear as seeing through a mist
As hazy as a fading dream
The magic does exist.

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Carrie Richards October 11, 2008 at 6:26 AM I am a voracious reader also, and get so caught up on the story, that I can feel myself in the story sometimes. I think reading can teach as well as entertain, taking us to places we would otherwise never know. Your poem is touching on the magic of a good book. Keep writing! ~Carrie

Michael Degenhardt October 10, 2008 at 5:37 AM It all comes down to a persons belief and perception of their beliefs. Your words do mean so much as I feel many poets are like this, as I am too. Very well expressed. Michael