Papyrus Spirit

There is something incomplete 

Walking around 

Within my rib cage as I 

Exhale. 

I'm an unfinished book

Written all the way 

But the last lines 

Missing 

Waiting in limbo-

Paralyzing beauty 

Is solace 

Is loneliness 

But togetherness is exactly

Like this too.

There's something unfortunate 

Something arcane 

About never telling

The story to completion-

It's still good 

It might be better.

Maybe I never will 

Maybe I won't write the lines

Because 

I never learned how to 

Quit weaving;

I wouldn't let us learn 

How to die. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anna. You write like a ancient writer. You give enough and make the reader desire more.
"Maybe I never will
Maybe I won't write the lines
Because
I never learned how to
Quit weaving;
I wouldn't let us learn
How to die."
I liked the above lines. The weaving of life lead us to where we need to be. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote