What if

I helped you build your dreams

dusting and feathering them

into shape

What if

I painted your destiny

in Caribbean blue with white doves of peace

and then…..

What if

I took a scalpel to this tapestry

slicing it- but ever so slowly

while I drank in the pain

leaking from your heart

and seeping  from  your face

What if

I couldn’t help that I needed

this control

this power

and couldn’t stop until you were Nothing

What if

we changed positions 

What if…..

for a season

I become…. just like you?

©Vivian Zems

Poets United #418

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