All The Draft Words


I have so many drafts
So many 
Unfinished paths
I am a tailor 
With dreams
Unable to breathe
Stitching bits of fabric
From habit
But finding no end
No products
Caught in ellipses
Eclipsing
My streams
Shadow the scenes

So many beginnings
I'm thinking
That one 
Should just as well be
But all of my words
Are in stasis
In places
Inside
Of me
And my lips 
Are aching to speak
Fingers aching to bleed
All the while
Drafts are piled
And I've nothing
To read
So I hold my breath
Till the blue 
Is no longer
My choice
And I’m finally free
So the truth
In my voice
Is finally seen
In graceful italics
Or traced along the places
That make it
So that
I can empty my soul
Of the burden
Of those
Drafts
That grasp at
The last of my sad
Solitary
Moments of hope
Like they
Are gonna be something
That finally
Makes me 
Feel whole
Breathe slow
Be so
Still
That I
Can hear
My heart
Will
The life
To these words
Even if
It ends up being
The last thing
That’ll ever be heard 

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