W.I.P.

I am of wires and wats.

I’m witty,

But worried that I’ll short-circuit.

I work on myself restlessly,

Rewiring broken parts like worship.

Wordlessly, I hope to become of worth.

When will it end?

When will I be wonderful instead of wondering?

When will I no longer wander wistfully?

I wish I could weather what tethers me here.

I would weld myself away if I could.

Yet, I’m cemented here- stuck waiting to rust.

Within I wallow.

Wreaked and wracked,

I want to will myself to another world.

Wicked is my wrench

That witnesses my weakness-

That watches me wear until I’m raw.

My armor wrestles my inner wrath,

And it wins every war.

On the outside, I withstand every wretch.

Inwardly, I’m weightlessly unwelcome.

I wind my bolts back into where they belong,

Hating the duty I’ve been warranted.

I waddle on wobbly limbs,

But I wager I’ll one day be okay.

After all, I’m simply a work in progress.

#AWC

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