Incompleteness is Still Something

One vow

Simple flow

Helps crawl

In this far brawl

Gives pool

Letters cool

Words stool

Ideas so fool

With soft blow

Spread below

Things to trow

Whether to follow

Or to forget, you know

I don't see as cool owl

Into the dark the red jowl

What comes now is - ow!

Shining like this - wow!

Happiness to share for now!

Pen to throw

Down row :

Pow!

Started fight

For I wanted to write ; words delight

I have hoped for challenges ; they support strong fire

I have chosen the tenacious path to imagine the world ; it shows desire

Any hope was converted into hop ; each jumping have given me a new light

I have experienced many tries here and there ; it produces what I might

I have believed the strength of people ; they have been entire

For the envy lies ; under my stick ideas respire

Then end bright

Spines

Of tree shine

Over settled splines

To remind us to see fine

Moments with friends are as mines

Singing a song

As the time belongs

Here and making many dongs

Turn all the shadows and each wrong

Into marvelous dreams for the waiting throngs

Time is limited for here and where yo are. I often have got uncompleted words, and have hesitated to give them a wholly story and shape. Nevertheless - even if time is running out and things would lay unfinished - go to compete to complete them all along.

I have learned I could - every now and then - bring back people sense to their wants, only with few words - meaningful words. If I can, everyone can. In this Christmas time, this New Year time, and at any time ; believing into your own capacities for reading, writing, and telling stories could help a friend - a neighbor, a family member - to see pains and strength hir didn't dare to explore.

There is no "one time" I learned all of that. In fact, there have been many times. And I'm still learning, and I'll learn more and more through times. I don't remember when I first saw phases dancing. I don't remember when I first was impressed by shapes letters could get into - is that because the shape of a book ? Or even the lines of one letter ? Either way I know those are meaningful ; and by using them, by trying to mix them I could discover unknown land of literature.

For instance, what your reading is an incomplete work for a writing challenge - but either way I succeed to submit my text or not, doesn't mean the work behind it is useless.

Each time you start something, try to get to the end. And if you don't, keep it and share it - because it could give keys (for living) to other people.

Each time you dream to do something respectful, manage to risk reaching to the bottom of it. Either if it is too short or too late, there is always space and room to find completeness for at least one person - probably many more.

You have talent. Everyone has talent. You get to this current line ; so you have talent to read. You read it and you reflect it ; so you have talent to think. And as you think, you see other talents of yours.

You might waste them. You could also take them and experience them, to see how far the could bloom.

These Holidays, or this working time, is a occasion to reveal to yourself your inner abilities. Your inner power.

I do admire the text of the song "Hopefull" by the group Bars_and_Melody (Leondre Devries & Charlie Lenehan) - as they wrote something forceful at a young age - exploring this subject. Here their song (clip version) :

And for the Christmas time I'm writing those random words, I can't resist to share you one version of "Carol of the Bells" - here by the group of singers Pentatonix :

Stay still ;)