a poem for nearly

I nearly completed all the days

of poems in April’s haze.

I nearly completed all the tasks

of life that won’t leave me at half mast.

I nearly committed to complete

a job that at first seemed so neat.

I’m nearly becoming the person

I truly wanted to be.

 

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