Unfinished
It had been waiting unfinished for years, this poem. Writer’s block can be harsh, especially when you try to make it see the light. Oddly enough, the light was there all along. It was just the business within herself that had been waiting (unfinished) for years. And now, as she could see better, it only took her ten minutes to complete the poem and start a new one.
©2025 Cendrine Marrouat
This poem is my response to
’s escapril prompt: Unfinished.NO AI TRAINING - Any use of my content to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text or images is expressly prohibited. I, the author, reserve all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models.