Flipping
Through my pages
Looking into
Previous phases

Most of them
Done
A few
I saw
Still
Blank
And in the middle
How I had forgotten
That in those
Pages
I had scribbled.

Confused
Because
Rest assured
I myself
Utterly unsure

Why would I keep
Drafts
Were they all in fact
daft?

Then
I grappled
All of a sudden
I remembered

Did not leave
More feelings
On the page
To lessen the pain
That had me writing
In the first place.

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse.

Divided
Because
It was noted
Pulled from
Opposite corners
I was undecided

What is a piece
Without its end
Will I find peace
If I write the end

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse;

Should I
Work on the old
Or learn to
Let go.