Unfinished Story Poem by Treasure Nyla

Why start a book
knowing you're not going to finish it?
Why turn the first page
already aware
the ending will remain unread,
the spine unbroken,
the final words untouched
by your hands?

Why invite a story in
if you'll only stay awhile
if life will interrupt,
or interest will drift,
or the timing simply won't be right?
Why begin something
you know you'll eventually
set back on the shelf?

Because beginnings are brave.
Because the first chapter
still offers warmth,
still teaches you how it feels
to hope again.
Because some stories exist
not to be completed,
but to remind you
that you can still start.

And maybe that's enough
to read a few pages,
to carry a sentence with you,
to close the cover gently,
changed in some quiet way,
even if you never learn
how it ends.