Unfinished.

My life is full of

Things unfinished.

Unfinished paintings on my wall.

Undelivered letters in my bag.

Incomplete drawings in my sketchbook.

Fragmented stories in my head.

So many things

I wish I could complete

But then I see unfinished photos

Hear those unfulfilled songs

And I realize

Hope has taken root in my very soul

And it's starting a riot in my veins

Not everything

Has to end.