A Story Half Written...

I am not a ghost

I am a story half told

Full of rhythm  and sound

Plot holes and characters going 'round

My goals not clear 

But leather bond

Determined to live on 

past my feet touching ground 

Twist and turns often found 

But disappointing endings abound

At every turn the plot devices fail 

And life fully known avails.  

Romance broken with crashing sounds. 

Duels poorly written and gun play rarely found. 

Write and worry and turn around in spirals 

 

Smiles and winks and furious glory 

Is this my life or a book poorly written?

Is this my life or a book poorly written?

A novel or commentary?

Prose or poetry?

Narrative or first person?

Genre type? Fiction or biography? 

Dialogue that makes no sense 

Crowns of glory rarely found 

But this story is mine 

And my heart beats through my chest 

And so this book is written with this sound

Flesh and blood are pages written slowly then rapidly, tenderly and violently. 

There are tears, villains, fears, heros

Sickness, healing, divine moments and crippling loss. 

Through it all I am alive 

With flesh like paper

And blood like ink

Trusting the Author of all of life's chapters to write His story upon my heart. For His acts to be the purpose for my steps. 

For His plot to be etched in this paper back novel which is my life. 

Run baby run. The lines will fly by. 

When we are young, when we are old 

 

Nothing can stop what will be. 

We are women, we are men

We are stories, we are songs 

Half written 

But we belong 

We belong 

No matter for how long 

As long as we have words written 

We are words written by an author