Ashes

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."