WhEn PuSh CoMeS tO sHoVe
I’m a
Work in
Progress.
We are
Finished. But
I’m not
Done.
Breaking joy,
With tears and
Years. Ripping at the
Seams. Shedding my
Skin.
I’m a
Work in
Progress.
We are
Over. But
I’m not
Through.
Risk-chancing,
Jumping off
Buildings like it is
Playground fun.
I’m a
Work in
Progress.
We are
Nothing. But
I’m not
Even Close.
Scream singing,
A lullaby to the night,
A ballad to the dead,
A cheer to the forsaken.
I’m a
Work in
Progress.
But you’re
Nothing more than
A distant
Dream.
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