Scattered incomplete writing
Lays all around me 
It shows how I feel on the inside 
Unfinished and unwhole 

How long until that changes?
How long until my writing becomes complete?
These are the same questions I ask about myself 
In the midst of breakdown, will You pull me back together?

In the middle of crisis, will You bring me to wholeness? 
I know you say I’m not destined to stay this way 

And just like my many scattered and unfinished writing
This poem may feel incomplete right now
But even if there’s no ending at the moment 
Doesn’t mean you won’t finish what you started
For You are the Author of my story