Incomplete

I have a long page on the notes app dedicated to my Incomplete poems

And Google Docs full of recent Incomplete stories

Old notebooks filled with Incomplete songs

And yet older stories from my childhood

My sketchbooks have seen many Incomplete drawings

And my mind many Incomplete thoughts

Inventions and ideas who will never see the light of day

And is okay not to finish everything you start

But I cant help but wonder how my life would be

If I didn't want things perfect

And barely ever finish

If I don't finish when I start it 

And what would have happened if I finished that book

That was intended as a novel

And the plot was good,

Even though I was just 10

Just like the song that I wrote when I was eight 

Or the invention when I was 11

All the things that I started 

That could of been much more

If I wasn't scared of failure

And wasting all my time

On little projects that wouldn't change my life

But maybe it would have

I guess I'll never know

Because fear of Incompletion

Over weighed all of my hope

So I'm working on starting things

I know that I can finish

And knowing that what I do 

Does not have to be perfect

Even in this poem I am scared I will not finish

And I know that this won't change my life

But that's not the only factor

Because I enjoyed Completing it

And sometimes that's what matters