I am an unfinished melody.
Strummed and hummed into cantata perfecta,
I am enticingly incomplete.
The suspense of a page-turner building into its climax,
I am a seedling breaking through.
Growing towards the light, rebelling against gravity,
I am a desperate whisper.
Heard and cherished by the Creator of all,
I am a push, a kick and a scream.
Struggling with all my might to be kinetic,
The best of me is yet to come.
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