ASHES
I'm breaking apart.
Faded ashes it seems.
If breathing went easy, the planet would have turned upside down.
And I'm in great terror of my understanding.
I'm bending , awkwardly. And now I'm flawed.
Lost in the middle of the undone.
Let it never be said that what I'm undergoing would be what I am fearful of.
Destroy the middle, I realized , it was a waste of time.
Now, I'm at the finish line.
And I am, still, in great terror of my understanding in which it had penetrated deep into my world ; and then I stand revealed, I have shared my kingdom with you.
For I'm Lost in a smoke-filled-room.
"Do not fear, fear is for the vulnerable. "
"But, I can't."
