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