Unfinished

I often feel like an unfinished painting
of which I have many
like someone started to create something beautiful
and intruiging
they laid the groundwork of heavy colors
blue, I imagine
and then they forgot to finish
or lost their motivation
as I so often do

I often feel like an unfinished story
of which I have many
like someone started to write somehing fantastical
and intriguing
they started off with the tragic backstory, as stories often do
with pain and heartache and loneliness
and then ran out of words
as I so often do

I often feel like an unfinished journal
of which I have many
like a gift given to a child in hard times
but the hard times kept coming
and they could no longer bare to see the story
written in ink, illustrated
could no longer bare to relive it

I often feel like a poem without a message
of which I create so many
like someone started off with an idea
and lost their way
early on
but felt compelled to vomit words onto the page regardless

I’m so often unfinished
I leave all of my art unfinished to match
half done paintings and stories and journals
poetry that leads to nowhere
half formed thoughts
even I cannot decipher

I am unfinished
and my projects are unfinished too