Almost Becoming Something Poem by Kelly Boutin

A jumble of words
Scribbles on a page
A tumble-dried, empty heart
Singing in the rain

That's me you see in the sun
Breaking my heart for nothing
That is me before I am gone
Almost becoming something

The world, it whispered yesterday
In my tired deaf ear
It told me that my time would come
If only I could hear

My life, it passed before my eyes
But never said a word
Another no one in my life
Chose to not be heard

That is you in the sun
The place that you could be
That is us, in that picture frame
That falls to the floor and weeps

Never becoming something