Prose Poem- There is No End

I just want to say hello again. I've been sooooo busy.

I’ve obtained the crown then lost it

There are soooo many different colors on the stained glass

I've been trying to find myself still by loosing myself in others and, projects

getting closer to being more "true" to myself

However, the "finding" of the self IS the point

It's a journey who's end only means death to my dreamy soul

The JOURNEY IS life itself.

Others are different -they want to make a decision already. They want to find their nich.

That would seem like the end of motivation; of hope

and the end of the world.

Lead me not

to the end

-Only to the beginning.......

This writing started with a regular letter to a friend, and it ended up being more poetic. This is my first time trying to make some form of poetry. I feel as though it just came out of my intuition combined with feelings.

I am just trying to say how busy I am. I've lost my direction again through the loss of a job. Then the colors of the glass represents so many choices and things I would like to do. Overall, I'm just the kind of person that likes starting things, but not finishing them. I give the reasons why I do not like ending things, and how that feels to me. I function in the way that I continuously loose myself, so I have to remember to be true to myself.

This poem did not lead me to rhyme or stay within any rules. Therefore, I categorize it as free verse poetry.