A product of change
I morph into shapes as my heart and mind exchange
Harmonic flows electrify my broken bones
Unfinished I am
as the author rewrites my identity
over and over again, with every year given breathing, I find a new me
From the ashes of tragedy I rise
This power I gain was created to help me sustain what’s within
Only these four walls
keep my deepest secrets in
To be complete is to not compete
With a polished exterior hiding my flaws
I know that perfection is an attainable
I sit and meditate, on invisible hate for self
Loving doubt, as if faith was not programmed in my soul
Unfinished I am,
Unfinished I will stay until my birth date meets its final destination