Woe Unto the Dissatisfied Poet

Is a manuscript ever complete? Can a poet ever truly walk away from a poem thinking, yes, this is complete? I have always thought, no, completion is not an option. Until recently when I wrote a poem that I truly love. A poem that came out of a deep experience with loss through which I was able to channel completion. A poem that is the disembodiment of the finality of completion. Only by experiencing the leaving; a soul departing its shell, could I find a way to contain an incomprehensible feeling into words that have allowed me to create a feeling protected by the shell of a complete poem. For that loss and all of its beautiful agony, I am grateful. For travel and listening to a language I could not and still cannot comprehend, for its complexity and beauty, I am grateful. Namaste.