An Unfinished Tale

I came upon the glory of an unfinished tale;
It spoke so loud
I whipped around to see who was there,
It laid open to the page,
Beckoning me to finish it,
To add the decor,
The last little bits,
To savor it once more.
I breathed in deep;
Sat down and recorded the moments
left unbroken,
The times I remembered who
I was before my heart broke wide open,
The me beneath it all.
My wings filled the room,
spread their glory and
sang sweet rememberings
as I soared right out the door 
to be that girl, that woman
who was born to be
just that.