Unfinished

I haven't succeeded
I haven't bled
Bruised black and blue
But I always fled
The consequences
I have a need
An impossible greed
An impotent desire
To succeed.

I haven't been me
I haven't lived me
I haven't listened
To my innermost me.

And you can't dream
the beauty it said
How it begged to be bled
The happiness it promised
if only,
I hadn't,
I hadn't fled.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015