a dangerous thought

brushed past my mind

what if, for once 

I were the poem?

destiny smiled,

fate grinned

and now my life 

spun into poetry

my heart a fluttering metaphor

something I didn't ever wish for

my mind a stanza 

that refuses to end

all the broken pieces 

waiting to be mend

my emotions bleeding

through my eyes on the crisp white 

on which without pause, I write

now the poem is my life

and my life is the poem

traumatizing to read

excruciatingly painful to live

hard to comprehend 

so here I surrender 

and ask for forgiveness 

I beg for revision

make my life a simple prose

honest soft sweet smelling rose

dare to pluck, get pricked by the thorn 

for I am weary of being torn

erase the excess

spare the beauty of suffering 

all I ask for is an ending

where all my sorrows run out of breath