Unfinished

I leave drafts unfinished

Sometimes I don't find the words

to write the story

that's been coming to me for months

Often, I get scared

and delete the four lines that I wrote

I hated the four lines anyway

How does it matter

The idea still lives

in my head, it doesn't leave

I moved on to something else

Something that's easier, that's passive

in a hope that I will come back someday

and write without the fear of a blank page

and without deleting the beginnings

Bad days are too bad 

I can only manage to finish work 

and eat and sleep, sleep a lot

Good days are too good

make me happy and jumpy 

takes away the motivation to write

how do I find the medium ones, 

the days I can write on?

I remain restless with words

still struggling to come out