Wip

Sketches on the paper, notes I never played,

Dreams half-built and promises I made.

Takes a little time to find my stride,

But every step forward is a spark inside.

I’m not perfect, not complete,

But I’m standing on my own two feet.

Every crack and every flaw

Just part of who I’m growing into, after all.

I’m a W.I.P. — that’s who I am,

Writing my story without a plan.

A little undone, a little rough,

But that’s what makes me strong enough.

I’m not there, but I’m on my way —

Building myself day by day.

So don’t you count me out just yet,

I’m a work in progress, not finished — but I won’t forget.

Pages torn and colors smeared,

Moments where the doubts appeared.

But I keep going, line by line,

This masterpiece will take some time.

It’s not about the end alone,

It’s who I become as I’ve grown.

All my scars and all my tries

Paint the picture in my skies.

I’m a W.I.P. — proud and loud,

Learning to rise above the crowd.

A little lost, a little raw,

But every flaw is part of awe.

I’m not done, but I’m not broken,

Still chasing dreams unspoken.

So hold your doubts — I won’t forget,

I’m a work in progress — not finished yet.

So here I stand, brush in hand,

One more stroke, a new command.

This is my path, this is my set —

I’m a work in progress… and I’m not done yet.