An Unfinished Work
The pages lay there empty,
The work unfinished,
Words left unsaid.
The books were not written,
Life felt somehow incomplete.
With the feeling,
Time was coming to a quick close,
A voice whispered in my ear,
“I AM not finished yet.”
There is more for you to see,
What you think is the ending,
Is just the beginning.
© Deborah Seale 2024
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