Most of us have them.
A closet full of half finished works of art...
A garage with various projects strewn around...
A drawer filled with "possibilities."
Tonight I found mine in my writing files.
I was looking through half written poems, blog posts, songs, letters... my life in snippets.
Words that wont meld to my will.
Little glimpses of my heart.
That may never be seen by other's eyes because the right words are elusive.
I would no more show them to the world than a seamstress would wear a skirt unhemmed.
Though I am frustrated with them for being stubborn, and myself for not being able to finish them... they are my creations, nonetheless.
And I feel a strong affection for them, even in their unfinished state.
1 comment:
Perhaps they are waiting for you to be willing to be molded by them. I hear that's a common thing with words... ;-)
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