Feed the Breath
(inspired by Feed The Feesh)
Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m writing poetry or self-fulfilling prophecies.**
It scares me sometimes
To know that I have this “power”
While in the same breath I claim it,
I fear changing my trajectory
Because of the phrase,
“What is written, shall it be so.”
I can’t stop the bleeding of my dreams
That drip onto the paper, absent of color,
In comprehensible words
That only come to life when they are read.

**The first line is solely the brainchild of poet: M.J. Layao

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One comment on “Prophet

  1. Linda Looney says:

    I like this. I feel that way sometimes when I’m writing a sermon. No way to escape it, but down on the paper it goes!!

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