Merciful Author

I must not

See my life as written

But simply

A condition

Or I am lost

And a state by grace

Becomes a prayer for mercy

And all around me

Haunts me

Beauty speaking

Infused with

Didactics and prophecy

Scribbled down by

The pen

Leading me

Through the story

Chosen for me

Or just best suited for

My capabilities

Every footprint can be

An Albatross

And every journey

I crave

Or every passion

Calls

Draws

Consumes me

And just as easily

Turns on me

Tortures and damns

By branding me

Icarus

And this

Not the fastest

Or most ambitious

Best

Brightest

Or godliest

Of the feathered fools

Souring

Still Grinning

Straight for the sun

This course

The only one written

I have collected

Too many stories

To leave my life

To the whims

Of any

Page, pen, and hand

My mind can keep

Or comprehend