Completing Without Finishing

 

You start with lists of things to do,
Dreams you plan and tasks you queue.
Some you finish, checked off with pride,
Other times they’re set aside.

Look deeper still, a truth you’ll meet,
Life asks more than “finished” neat.
For peace begins when you declare—
You’re complete, then you’re all squared.

 

Say, “I’m complete!”, the past released,
Things need not end to bring you peace.
Finished is good, it’s nice to get,
But freedom’s here without regret.

 

Her attic waited, she feared to tread,
There lived those spooks still in her head.
Years had passed since harsh words said,
Those ghosts of pain were still not dead.

Divorce was finished, so long ago,
Yet buried echoes stirred there below.
The court had said, “It’s wrapped up neat,”
But she’d not declared, “I am complete!”

 

Say, “I’m complete!”, the past released,
Things need not end to bring you peace.
Finished is good, it’s nice to get,
But freedom’s here without regret.

 

That dawn we climbed the mountain trail,
With Jeff I talked of my travail.
Tangled thoughts, confusing me,
My marriage seemed was lost at sea.

As we climbed down, the answer true,
The way ahead clear in my view.
Though long before divorce decreed,
Complete I was and I was free.

 

Say, “I’m complete!”, the past released,
Things need not end to bring you peace.
Finished is good, it’s nice to get,
But freedom’s here without regret.

 

Plans change mid-day, disrupting flow,
A task’s half-done, yet you must go.
If half-done things bring guilt police,
You’ll suffer ‘til you say, “Complete!”

In just a moment, you can declare,
That half-done task, it’s fine, it’s squared.
You’ll dance with time, you’ll always win—
No catching up, no way chagrined.
 

Say, “I’m complete!”, the past released,
Things need not end to bring you peace.
Finished is good, it’s nice to get,
But freedom’s here without regret.

 

Some roads you leave before they end,
A plan, a dream you had back then.
Whispers of things you think you “should,”
Those chains of “shoulds” do you no good.

Life’s your buffet with things replete,
A feast of ways, so many treats.
Finished or not with steady feet—
Your life’s a joy when you’re complete.

 

Say, “I’m complete!”, the past released,
Things need not end to bring you peace.
Finished is good, it’s nice to get,
But freedom’s here without regret.