I am half-writing poetry in droves. One line down, and the page is flipped again for something wholely new.
My thoughts have become puzzle pieces scattered in a 20-gallon tote, the pictures unknown so I sort by gut instinct.
This one goes here, I think. Maybe? It could; I could make it work.
Or maybe I'll rearrange it all later. I'll find the corners, find a point to expand upon until the picture becomes clear.
Some pieces will sit forever, abandoned as everything around them begins to make sense. I will wonder someday where the rest of them went,
but for now, I am learning to be okay with incompleteness.
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
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It's important for us to be okay with this - thank you for bringing it to light. I'm sure many writers feel the same way!
I have so many phone notes like this.. in C addition to notebooks 😁 so many. Some days I get a speak of inspiration to return and they are easily completed.. others may never be 💜 thanks for sharing this, it’s very relatable!
Lol 😆 I can relate ♥️💯🚨✌️📝😉I have poems from the summertime still in my Drafts…
Good for you. Maybe someday you'll finish this one... Just kidding. I know how it feels to leave fragments of your work and wonder what to do with them. Take your time!