no longer a work in progress

you tell people that you

are a work

in progress, you're trying

daily to be

a better person,

to be more

kind, more in the moment,

more empathetic.

forgive me, you tell others.

i'm sorry, so sorry for

having offended you.

i'll do better, I promise.

cross my heart,

but it's exhausting, i feel

like an old MG sports

car in the garage, always

being worked on,

up on the rack,

being tinkered with before

the next engine

overhaul. always waiting

for some exotic part

from Italy, or Germany.

maybe, just maybe i'm

no longer a work in progress,

maybe i'm done,

i'm the finished product,

driving with the top down,

the radio blasting,

hitting the open road

with a tank of gas 

and my Ray Bans on.