A novel read halfway;
Lingers in the head every second;
You’re away from its pages;
Your mind creating all possible scenarios;
Imagining what the villain does next;
And hoping the protagonist would defeat it;
Does he get the girl?
Does she get her happy ending?
Does he get caught?
Or does she fall over a cliff?
So many questions;
Found in an unfinished book;
We read a book or watch a movie;
To the very end to get some closure;
A tragic end feels more settling;
Than an unexpected cliffhanger;
Why engage us the whole way;
Only to leaving us hanging at the end?
Do we have to draw our conclusions?
And create our own ending;
Depending on our personal nature?
Gosh, I hate it when the credits roll;
When the story is unfinished.
A tragic end isn’t how a life lost;
But the premature end of life;
When his story is unfinished;
Every second that ticks away;
Someone just had his prayer answered;
Another got her happy ending;
One just had a plot twist in his life;
Another’s life just came to an abrupt end.
An unfinished business feels like wasted time;
Because until it’s completed;
The fruits of its labor can’t be enjoyed;
The opportunity cost of anything unfinished;
Can only be estimated in regret;
But can we know we are running out of time;
When we don’t know what tomorrow holds?
I don’t want to leave this world;
Without a story untold;
A compassionate act undone;
With a business unfinished.
May God give us the grace;
To live out our purpose;
To the epilogue page;
And may generations call us;
‘A life well-lived;
A race well-run;
And a course well-finished.’
© Josephine Amoako 2016