Halfway Gone

6-29-11, 7-4-11

 

I’m a one hit wonder,

A famous author turned recluse,

A child prodigy who lost her way—

I’ve forgotten my use.

 

I’m a painting never finished,

A sentence with no punctuation,

A guitar with no strings—

I’ve lost a grip on my situation.

 

I’m a play without a script,

A conversation interrupted,

I’m a book put down halfway through —

I had a dream that’s been corrupted.

 

I’m a dance with no choreography,

A story with no ending,

A symphony with no director—

I have a heart that needs mending.